There is a new item in my house today which has caused me not to write at all. I'm hoping that in the future it will create the calm I need to settle down and write. At the moment though, I just keep staring at it.
It took two cars to get it here, and two strong men to struggle it into the house without killing the residents. My brother decided that he needed more space, so he has given me his huge fish tank complete with beautiful fish.
For the whole afternoon the four of us (me, partner, four year old and dog) have been mesmerised, gazing at litle clown loaches nipping in and out of their cave and sword tails hiding in the greenery.
Long story short, I have had to tear myself away upstairs to get any work done at all.