Sitting here munching on a sweet apple, trying to think up something to write.
I'm a painter not a writer so writing is something I never do much of, it helps if you can spell and you understand the english language something I don't do very well.
There is a persistent knock at the door, followed by a growl from Angus.
Reluctant to get up and answer it, but you never know, a parcel for me that's rare.
Wow a box of chocolates from a old friend and in the middle a honeycomb and chocolate torpedo, what a wonderful surprise, guess it's time for a chocolate break.