It's all a bit of an anticlimax really, especially as I spent most of today in an abortive attempt to get some new (read old cronk) wheels. A Volvo 460, that's 'going cheap'. Ah ha I thought, that's me. But the weather which was drear dank and drizzled perpetually set the tone for the whole abortive event. Meh. I shouldn't need a car, but I do. I should be putting the pony and trap to bed, but I'm not.
Luckily I caught a train within minutes, then a mere three mile walk in the pitch dark and rain to get home. Happy not. Happy Nano-er oh yes!
Now I'm doing nothing for a day, then I guess this thing called re-write beckons ... along with a short story for the 15th, and chapter 6 of Seraph.