A day off

Well sort of. We're off to Newcastle for my mum's memorial. Just friends and family and a few drinks. No sausages, cubs or otherwise until Sunday.

Realised that I need to throw myself into writing my novel as well. I seem to have written myself into a bit of a corner and as time progresses I find my thoughts and feel for the piece becoming more and more distant. It won't take long to get back into it but time seems in short supply.

Will try and write some more interesting blog stuff when I get to the hotel.