The Tree Surgeon is right outside my studio door. His chainsaw is screaming as it slices through the remains of my old Silver Birch.

And I realise that I’ve just done a good chunk of writing.

Having found a million other reasons not to get down and write in the past few days, the first proper reason, i.e. “I can’t think with all this noise!” has not stopped me at all.

Just goes to show – once you get going, nothing can stop you. It’s the getting going that is the hard part.