Sunday and the working space is no closer to being established, I just ran out of time. But then again what more do you need if you have a pencil and a notebook. Its a good start and I did manage to jot down some ideas - and I wrote the first eight lines of a song, complete with tune which I started on mandolin and it transfers to guitar well too. So once the recording space is cleared I will have stuff to do. But here's a curious thing. I always buy spiral notebooks like this because I can tuck a pencil down the spine but when I write down notes and things, even finished pieces these days, I start at the back of the book. I think its because the finished piece is supposed to be transferred to the front when it is finished, but I mostly do that on computer. Odd, don't you think? Maybe I am originally from China, or at least the far east and there is a residual back-to-frontedness about my writing pattern. Though some might say the same about my thinking. Happy Sunday, the sun is shining, the early grey is hot in the Lady Chatterly's Lover cup, the back door is open, the cats are trying to catch flies, birds and butterflies and soon I will hit the gym for twenty minutes on the rowing machine and fifteen working the weights - of course my notebook will come with me, you never know when that scrap of inspiration will nibble your ear - like a bit of Bach:
