STORMY WEATHER

I have to say these grey days are getting me down. I try to be positive and tell myself that when there is nothing to be done in the garden, it's rainy, blowy whatever it is a wonderful chance to concentrate the mind on writing. Of course it is. Today I've written as I always do but as the afternoon ends I can't help thinking, to hell with being organised and disciplined, what I'd really like to do is just take off to a warm climate and be a beach bum. I know the writer should take every experience, good and bad and transmute it into text but tonight I don;t care. I want the sun not stormy weather!