I am currently tucked up in bed, recuperating from an op (nothing too gruesome or deserving of sympathy)
I tried not to whoop when told I’d need to have a fortnight off work. I love my job but….
I thought of all the writing I’d be able to do whilst munching chocolate under the duvet.
I’m 4 days in & haven’t even unwrapped the Green & Blacks (private prescription) let alone picked up a pen.