There's a new writing challenge at Frying an Egg, and I've kicked off with yet another tale of domestic triviality. It's interesting to wonder if this is result of the stimulus or if I simply don't get out enough - or read the right kind of lit these days. It's also interesting, once again, how much you have to chop to keep to the right word-count; I've gone slightly over this time but hope I'll be excused.
As a result, of course, the morning has passed without domesticity - other than ironing a king-sized duvet. I definitely need to get out more.