I’d only had three hours sleep. We’d got back in decent time from the airport but there was so much to do just to get the flat back to the way we like it. And warm. Three hours. It isn’t enough. I felt ragged. My mouth was dry, my lips too. I was shaky, uncertain in my feet. Ragged. I had seven hours last night. The world seems better. And Spring is coming. The birdsong is louder, more insistent. And tomorrow we are off again.
