Wilfred the Green Duck.

So I wrote last night in a power cut. I wrote this morning when Robin woke up for work, despite not needing to be at work until half eleven. Then I missed the early bus to work and was therefore five minutes late.

Um, yeah. Turns out writing before work is not a good idea, because I push myself for 'a little longer' and then leave it too late before I get up for work, and then I'm late, and then I get stern looks and have to stay afterwards. But it does leave me raring to continue writing. Plus, today it didn't exactly matter because I've agreed to stay the afternoon due to excessive busyness.

But I also have Wilfred the Green Duck. Wilfred the Green Duck came into my possession today as I bought a ticket for a local duck race and got an adorable little green duckie as a souvenir. For those unfamiliar with the tradition, British people sometimes do a weird thing where we all buy a ticket and in doing so sponser a rubber (well, plastic) duck. A big sack of these ducks, which are numbered to correspond with the tickets, get chucked into a local river and they then race downstream to the finish line. There are usually prizes given from the pot of money from participants, though most of the money goes to a particular charity or cause. I think it's a brilliant tradition and I love buying ducks for duck races. But this time I got Wilfred.

Wilfred is now sitting on top of my computer screen with his newly-given name blutacked to his chest. My day went from hellish to bearable the minute I got a small green duck :) It's the tiniest things that make the world awesome.