It's one of those mornings when my head has corners and there's a dagger through one of them and i never had my cup of tea because the timeline got messed up by the stewed apple for the kids' porridge being finished. So there was peeling and chopping and the fuzz of the boiling and the waiting and serving and then, just when I'm catching up, the kids take the dog walking and what do you know? Puppy escapes his harness and runs after a greyhound and we're all running and calling and diving. We're like land-lubbing seagulls diving for that wriggling, white, puppy-shaped fish. We walk to school after all of the muddle but even the shade offends my eyes; it's so shifty and inconsistent and we meet people - you know - people I like - but I just can't connect through the curtain of grumpiness that fell down overnight. But I have to admit, it's nice now just to sit here with words leaking out through the hole 'round the dagger and the snore of the cat with the hum of a house that's empty of people and my tea's by my side.