That seems to sum it up. Those ideas like fluff in the wind, smoke in the sky, waft past and if you don’t nail them down they dissipate into the ether and are lost.
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I always have paper and pen around.
And me. You never know when it’s going to hit.
I usually get my best thoughts in the bath.
That makles for soggy paper and runny ink.
I do make sure my arms and hands are dry – hot bath wonderful scent of roses in the bath, romantic music, and the thoughts flow, there you go. You should try it.
I do like a good relaxing soak.
Don’t nod off like I do sometimes – be careful.
I’ve done that before too!
It is so easily done, particularly if you are like me and you have the water very hot so you look slightly red, and music on.
And quite dangerous I believe!
Funnily enough I fell asleep in the bath one night last week I only woke when I heard David shouting at me “are you asleep in there” to which I replied when I woke “no of course not I’m listening to the music”, I had just completely nodded off – yes you could drown.
It has been known.