In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Re-springing Your Step.”

As Zebedee said “Time for bed”. Which may be a clue to getting the spring back in my step. To many late nights for good and bad reasons slow me up. Actually it’s not the late nights that cause the problems it is the early mornings. I’m fine going to bed at 2:00 a.m. provided I don’t have to get up again before 10.

It is the middle of winter here in the Northern Hemisphere and although the days are gradually getting longer it is not properly light until eight and it is getting dark again by four. That’s on a good day, on one that we actually see the sun. If it is a normal London winter’s day, overcast, dank and if not actually raining, threatening to rain or sleet but hardly ever snow, it can feel as if we will never see the sun again. Other than having to earn enough to pay the rent and buy the food, there isn’t that much incentive to get out of a nice warm bed in the morning. Continue reading Re-sprung boing, boing →