It seems that this would be the extent of my creativity at the moment – choosing those flowers, putting them in that jug and standing it next to that sculpture! (www.vanessa-pooley-bronze-sculptures.com)

Whats happened to my flow?!(again)

A lot of unpaid overtime on the real paying job would be one answer.

My inability to bear an untidy house would be a second one.

The jamming up of ideas resulting in nothing at all being tried, would be a third.

Hayfever would add a forth reason.

Maybe now I’ve told you I’ll feel better about it?