A writer's weekend:
Cappuccinos consumed: 3.2
Large slices of carrot cake wolfed down: 0.87
Money handed over to teenage son: £10.00
Rows with teenage daughter: 1.6
Sections of Saturday Guardian read: 0.003 (Pointless interview with Rob Brydon.)
Period spent in bed fully-dressed-in-deepest-gloom-and-despondency: 47 minutes.
Idea for killer
thriller plot - one.
Yay!