Hung Over (Midlake) Blues

Head as mushy as peas today. Woken by kitten (now a small cat) kneading my head, sharp pins digging into my beer and wine  tenderised scalp (fatal combination red & white wine plus beer)..but strangely relaxing as her claws comb my hair and lulls me back to the land of nod.
Breakfast an Ibroprofen and paracetamol cocktail washed down with a mug of Tim's best brewed tea, then delicious slices of marmite & manaku honey coated toast. Starting to feel human again but struggle to read the Henning Mankell book I borrowed from the library so try to get some more sleep. But I'm awake now  I decide to retire to my studio  and am able now to look at the brightness outside the window without feeling a piercing pain behind my eyes. No rain today in the valley just russet bracken and beech leaves glistening with last nights rain. Then I turn on the computer click on Spotify and play Midlake. Eureka...the perfect hangover cure.
Never again!!!

A Wine & Ink drawing from one of my sketchbooks!!

Today

My poetic muse seems to have deserted me...probably due to the fact that I am trying too hard plus the dark days of winter seem to leech all my creative juices away. Anyway as a consequence I thought I'd resort to writing prose in the form of a diary. As I seem to have lost my other follower and only have Tim (my husband) as my solitary follower (& he is no stranger to the darker side of my thought process ) than I can happily scribe away without fear of offence...freedom of speech...yay!!. The poetry muse may return but meanwhile life on the slopes of the mountain goes on......