Birth pains ...

Loads of half written stories litter my 'work in progress' folder at the moment. With the spring with us ... just about ... I have so many other thing competing for my time. Work needs doing on the Land Rovers, decorating needs attended to, never mind photographic work that is gradually building up to seasonal levels. Please oh great deity (in whom obviously I don't believe ... but to the abstract concept of which it just might be worth having a grovel) give me thirty hours in each poxy day ... with at least twenty five hours of light!