I’ve got an all day writing retreat today. From home. In front of my screen. I don’t mind. I like the idea of staying at home with my hot water bottles, pot of tea and silence. That is, except for the birds singing outside. He’s been sent out. He grumbles about it, but it’s fine. I know it is. He likes to be off and out to the town’s coffee shops to read papers and mull away time. I don’t know what the day will bring but it is good to dedicate it to writing. I need the thinking and the getting down on paper – albeit virtually. We shall see. Yesterday was chaotic. I did my best but it was a bit like marshalling cats, well trying to and failing. Oh, the first wood pigeon has just begun cooing. I have to let it be, re the teaching. Do my best to guide but to not bully. All will be well.
