Through the Glass

Not as in Looking Glass, but the effect of the rain streaming down the Velux window in my workroom. The outside world ( a grey sky and a cherry tree in need of firm pruning) appears fractured, out of focus ... you can see where my thoughts are leading...

I spent a happy afternoon in there, in my own little bubble, but with the radio on. I find I'm much more anxious to know what's going on in the world, whereas TM would just like to ignore it and get on with digging the garden. It was far too wet for that today.

The city for us tomorrow, an early start. Singing at 10.30 am, face to face (not literally). TM is MC. It will be so nice to be able to hear other voices!!