Bank Holiday Picnic

Coffees to go: Tick.
Picnic Basket: Tick
Dogs: Tick.
Mask: Tick.
Rain: Tick.

All set, then.

I'm in the middle of taking a little Blip sabbatical. It's something I find necessary from time to time. After a period with zero levels of concentration, with nights disturbed by some really, really strange dreams, I eventually emerged into a burst of creativity. It's produced a lot of writing, which can only also be described as strange. God only knows what's going on in my unconscious! Another chapter has been completed and I'm trying to keep my head down while the words, and the strangeness, keep coming!