The weather in Nottingham has been downright dreary the past couple of weeks. It's drizzled, had a few showers, been foggy and just added to the whole go to work and it's dark, drive home in the dark scenario.
Nottingham never ceases to amaze me as a city. On one hand it's this fabulous cosmopolitan city, full of shops, history and culture. It has this wonderful, working class mentality that is displayed throughout many of the films that portray this city as a location.
This week, the new Brian Clough statue was unveiled just off the Market Square in Nottingham, reminding us what a rich footballing history we have here. Not that I could forget of course, but the European cup winning teams, were there to remind us, just in case.
On the other hand, Nottingham has a darker ulter ego. Hubbie was driving home the other night, only to find that the police had blocked off one end of our estate. We later found out, it was due to yet another shooting, to add to the many already publicised in the city.
There is good and bad, where ever you live, but whatever happens in this city that I live in, it still inspires me on a daily basis and will continue to do so, whilst ever I will write. I hope when people read what I write, they will identify with this wonderful city and not with the press interpretation of what it's like to really live here.
I guess this is my cue to start writing my novel again.....