As they say in the tabloids.
Me, I like the winter, for reasons I’ve explained earlier, the sort of fresh sunshine you get on cold December mornings. But it is pretty. Starlight has taken up a position in the shade, lying on a wall at the back of the house, and probably won’t move for the rest of the day.
I’m on my ninth migraine in as many weeks; and the little yellow pills, on top of a squally head cold, have left me feeling a tad groggy; last night, for the first time in memory I fell asleep fully clothed on the bed, and didn’t wake til morning.
Wonderful dreams though.
This all means that I haven’t been writing most of the last week, on top of nothing much at all for the previous month. But I’m making the effort to get out of the house this afternoon, and go find a cafe somewhere for an hour or two.
(one of those windows is mine).