Monday, 15 October 2012

Grounded




Thankfully this morning's apocalyptic downpour preceded the school run by a good fifteen minutes. I'm starting to wonder if the bleak future envisioned in Sarah Hall's The Carhullan Army is closer than we think.


Laid low by a heavy cold, I've retreated to my bed with a box of man-sized tissues, Olbas oil and an ubiquitous Diet Coke (almost my only vice). The house is still unnaturally tidy after weekend visitors, so I've given myself leave of absence for a self-indulgent day of reading and writing.

With a purple pen, a Moleskine notebook and a beautiful edition of My Cousin Rachel at my side, it's not such a bad way to spend the day after all.

2 comments:

  1. The Bears say try Marmalade Sandwiches. This is their cure all for every ailment. It has to be the best Marmalade. Get well soon.

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    1. Please tell the bears I'm feeling much better today. Thank you.

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