It's been an odd day.  A bit of everything.  Someone spontaneously offered me some frogspawn (best offer I've had in ages) and then gave me half a bucket of mortar.  But I didn't get somewhere else, but I received unexpected generosity.  In all though, a good day.  This is what happens when you start with a bacon sandwich...

This is a story about not making my writing group tonight.  Or by writing this am I making it virtually?  My head is starting to hurt.