In the past two years of my writing life, a constant companion has been by my side. I wish I could say it was a sprightly pup or a crazy kitten... but no, my constant companion is my blanket. In the summer it acts a pillow to cushion my ever-spreading bottom. In the winter, I wrap it around my legs to ward off drafts from our ancient sash windows.
A Primark special puchased for a fiver (or quite possibly less), it's faded, worn and definitely past its sell-by date. But I can't bear to get rid of it or even contemplate a fluffier version. It's been there through thick and thin and even when it's worn down to a scrap, I shan't forsake it.
What's your security blanket? And Happy Labour Day to my Canadian and American friends!