I have invented a new illness - called fog. The symptoms are easy to recognise, namely repetitively falling asleep on the sofa for eleven hours at a time and being unable to speak or write coherently, let alone blog!

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I have been suffering with this myself for the past few days and, as yet, have found no real cure. I did start a diet at the weekend, so this maybe partly to blame. And, let's face it, there's not much point trying to lose weight through dieting if my metabolic rate ends up dropping so low I fall asleep! While the boys have been at their gran's today, I have, therefore, been on the cross trainer and tried to coax my brain into creativity.

Actually, truth be told, it's not the creativity I have greatest problems with, just the editing and coherency! Still, I have managed to get a fair bit done on the poetry front and am quite pleased with myself for moving slightly away from my usual overly concise, journalistic style. Time will tell what others think.

I have also been giving vent to creative frustration with the paintbrush as my four year old and I together completed a paint your own clock for his Spiderman bedroom. I have a feeling it may have turned out better than my poems!