Yesterday, I spent half an hour trying to think of the precise word needed to describe a certain situation. No wonder I find snails borrowing my keyboard to send e-mails to their chums.
Still, the book progresses. Word by word.
And talking of drip, drip, drip, I spent the last few days staying with a friend in Lewes and yesterday, Monday, the rain was relentless. The main street resembled a river as the water ran down the hill. Residents living by the banks of the Ouse must be greatly concerned as it was only a few years ago that the river burst its banks with disastrous results.
For those interested, the precise word was post.