"Woe is wondrously clinging: the clouds ride by." I rather like this anonymous Anglo-Saxon observation quoted in the Faber Book of Aphorisms.
How absurd! I spend two days polishing and seeking advice on a 150 word short story. It is an entry for the weekly competition in The Spectator magazine. Entries are supposed to have an "ingenious twist" at the end. My chief reason for taking the trouble is my professional interest in short stories demonstrated in my other blog, One Fine Day. So this is little more than an exercise, which I shall soon forget about. But I am half enjoying myself.