my followers have given up following me. I rather suspect the latter. The comments have been very quiet lately, although I did get a couple of rude ones in the e-mail. Thanks guys. I always knew you loved me.
I managed to write one half of a chapter yesterday while pedalling to a meeting. On the way home I had other things to think about - mostly unprintable things about the idiocy of government policy and the stupidity of ultra political correctness which gets in the way of essential services being delivered to those who need it most. Do not get me started. My Argentinian refugee friend was present at the meeting. His English is excellent but words failed him...Spain had better win the World Cup. He likened one thing to the worst excesses of a certain military regime. I can only concur.
The problem is that I came home and wrote the half a chapter I had written, that is I put it into the current work - and this morning I had to discard it. It sounds as if I was angry. It sounds as if my mind was not on the job. I need a certain degree of calm and contemplation to write.
This morning I need to go to the bank. It is a twenty minute tricycle ride each way. I can get some writing done.