Well here's a problem. For the past few days I've been attempting to continue with Book Four, but I have happened upon what I call a slight hindrance. It isn't writer's block, of course, since if ever I were to experience such a thing I'd merely write a story about it. Rather this is some trickery of the mind. Allow me to explain further. I keep seeing sausage rolls, cheesy footballs and cakes, where instead there should be a computer desk, a keyboard and a monitor. This may sound a little odd, but I'm currently writing this blog on a huge slice of turkey spattered with cranberry sauce. I see food and drink everywhere, and I don't believe these sights will cease until Christmas has finished, or until ... oh no, here I go again to Puddlefish:
... And I'm back again.
Merry Christmas everyone.