The world is a topsy-turvy place, upside down and inside out. It would be great to wake in the morning and just be able to say, right, what shall I do today. Unfortunately my desk is cluttered with answers that need attention. Never mind, never mind, this morning I can brew some fresh coffee and examine a PhD in the garden. Not perfect but hey, I'm not working in a coal mine, going deep down down... and the most dangerous thing that can really happen is an imminent attack on my sandwich by a passing seagull. My trusty cats are standing guard just in case. But I love the sunshine, I make no concessions on that score and I would rather work at the bottom of the garden than almost anywhere else in the world. If anyone is waiting on an email, well wait away. I might even be climbing a tree, just like in this picture, as way of readdressing the crick in my neck - it works every time. This was one of the first songs I ever learned to play that had more than three chords, I was eleven or twelve at the time:
