Movement

A palpable sense of blockages freeing themselves today. I was contacted by all kinds of folks, tweeted and messaged and emailed. And even took delivery of a case of wine, sent by Mum and Mas. I worked on my short story and went to the gym and generally felt more optimistic than for some time. My accountants still dragging their heels though, so I emailed them a fairly stiff note this afternoon. But overwhelmingly things seem to be moving again on a personal level.

The country, of course, is going to the dogs Brexit an unspeakable shitstorm. I am genuinely fearful for the future of the UK. But hey-ho. Lorraine and I listened to a Kermode and Mayo podcast about films instead.