Goat Notes

The year really is turning fast now.  Today I saw the first rat of Spring.

It paused about its business as I passed it on the pavement, gave me the evil eye, and said, as nearly as I can translate it, "See this ineffable object I'm holding in my forepaws?  Well, you can't have it, so  bugger off!"

And I did so with a free good will.

I think the ineffable object might have been my wordcount for this weekend.  My house was beginning to look a bit ratty also, and I was obliged to do a thing or two about it, before collapsing into a book, specifically one written by somebody who is not me.

Every time I think of Kate's Speech, I feel an overpowering urge to dash off a multi-decker space opera instead.  Must be strong.  Must finish...