pulling teeth

That's what it feels like, trying to find inspiration at the moment.
I miss the days of funny nights when my dearest Galway man would visit and come up with truly inspired logic stacked amidst tins of "blue death", like the single word written on the tea bag pinned to the wall behind my tools...

It says simply "Flitch".

This beautiful word, perfectly understandable and so profoundly descriptive, had to be preserved for all time on said "used bag".

Trouble is...
we forgot what it meant...