The Rain It Raineth

Well, actually it doesn't, right now. Nevertheless, it was recently and it doubtless will be again soon.

I've spent the afternoon pleasantly drafting some very rude pleadings. Probably too rude actually, I shall leave them overnight and probably tone them down in the morning. It's quite possible they still show the signs of the original half-draft which was made, in breach of my stated intentions, yesterday evening while mildly under the influence of some New Cheap Booze I discovered (sort of Greek port, 4.99 a bottle can't be wrong). Contrary to the impression I sometimes fear I give, I do try and be professional (and if anyone's ever wondered, if I seem to be saying things I Ought Not here the chances are I've sufficiently edited and fictionalised the true state of affairs), and one of my rules is that unless a matter is Screaming Urgent I leave things overnight and redraft them in the cold light of morning. Someone I know, of some years seniority to me, made the mistake once of sending out pleadings drafted after a long and liquid lunch... his application to amend, made, of course, at his personal expense (one suspects he didn't want BMIF involved) was not an easy one to present I believe.

I also wrote a chapter of New Thing yesterday: that too will probably need revision.

Was supposed, on her invitation, to be going for a drink with The Girl Upstairs (who has indeed dumped boyfriend), but it didn't happen. Ho hum. Watch this space. Or not, as the case may be.