March I'm having a rather nice dream, something to do with Blake and Dungeness power station, when the alarm sounds. It's 7am, time to climb out of bed and pull back curtains.
Preliminary analysis indicates that surface conditions are good.
Get dressed , make coffee, eat toast. Judging by Avon's pallor, they all survive on some mutant form of cuppa soup and have run clean out of multivitamin tablets. Must be depressing doing a morning shift on Liberator, no Spring morning, no sunshine, no ducks, and only the next trip to a quarry to look forward to. Suddenly have brilliant idea for a Blake's 7 story. By the time I arrive at work, have thought out draft of first chapter with intriguing role for Gan but unfortunately have no time to jot it down.