I thought I saw a mini dragon at the bottom of my cellar stairs today, one that had died though cos it was lying on its back. It was a black, like it had accidentally burnt itself. Then I thought there might have been a war between the fairies and the dragons. Then I realised I was supposed to be doing the washing.

Not entirely sure why that was my 1st thought, but I'm quite glad it was. Been feeling distinctly uncreative for months and months now. It's come back a little, but not how I used to be. Will have to wait and see I guess...