It was such a wonderful day and the rest of the week is just dull by comparison. We went for a wild swimming picnic on the bank of the Hodder, North of Cromwell's Bridge. It was a very warm day indeed.
The air was warm. The water was, well, not so much.
It was a real shame that Cherie had to work. I missed her.
It was the writing course last night. I'm still at it. I'm now the last.
I've started getting arrangements together for a creative writing group at the Civic called PenPals. It's going to be awesome.
Please, please come.