It’s dark, it’s grey, it’s gloomy, and I have a vaguely nauseous feeling that’s probably directly connected to the amount of food I ate last night at my in-laws’ place. It’s now pouring and HRH probably still won’t come home early, just as he hasn’t the last rain days this month.

I finished the rewrite of the proposal and sent it off, so I’ve done some sort of Real Work today. Let’s see if the pub board is a bit more comfortable with a book which talks about using the seasons to support spellcasting.