Then there are good days

When the puppy sleeping before the fire has been walked to exhaustion, the music is mellow, the fridge is full and dinner has been decided. A dull December day melts away leaving little to fear on the immediate horizon . This time no long motorway journeys. Gloomy thoughts are put aside for dream fodder as the inexplicable joy of a session on Endnote beckons. Hmm, maybe a cup of tea and slice of Somerset apple cake at four o'clock. All's well.