I hope you all remembered to say "Rabbits" this morning.

I think I’ll declare a moratorium on writing for the Blog for a couple of weeks. Not on publishing posts, I hasten to add, but on writing them. As often as not I have enough miscellaneous posts written in draft to last me at least a fortnight. I started to build up this reserve for use when the Black Dog (depression) pops its ugly head around the door. But - touch wood! - I’ve not been plagued by that beast for a while. Despite the gloomy weather, my life has been all Summer recently, so I’ve had no reason to raid the bank (or should that be the post-office?) And that should mean that I’ve no reason to keep on adding to that reserve. But somehow I just can’t help myself writing a post whenever the pad and pencil are at hand. Actually, it’s not blogorrhoea, according to Emma, it’s procrastination. I really ought to be busy writing the short story she is keen for me to enter for next year’s Eisteddfod - two or three thousand words in Welsh with the title Yfory (Tomorrow). Somehow, tomorrow never comes.