You know, for years I've threatened to write a novel.  Yeah, yeah, me and a million other I hear you say and you'd be right, but I've actually meant it.  Life always got in the way though, be it family or study or sport or career or just sheer indolence.  

Then came my nemesis, my arch-villain; Multiple Sclerosis.

So I've run out of excuses.  I no longer work, can't play sport, family all grown and there's now too many hours in a day instead of not enough, so I can be as lazy as I like AND write a novel.

So many plots, plenty of time and the support of the worlds only levitation capable, lasagne pilfering Dachshund.  Guess it's writing time!