Or not. It is flipping freezing and damp outside and the last thing I wanted to do this morning was leave the Pit. How is it that Sunday night sleep always feels so much better than any other day? I was wrapped up like a sausage roll this morning, and getting up (even with the promise of the finest cup of tea in all of Canterbury) was like the raising of Lazarus. My own fault I suppose, I'm reading SJ Parris' "Prophesy" and, even though is a shameless rip-off of C J Sansom's Shardlake series, it is a fine read. I have also discovered that Giordarno Bruno was a real person which puts a whole new spin on things!
I have realised that I'm not sure if I actually want anyone to read this as they might comment on it - yikes! I'm not too good at dealing with criticism and anonymous abuse might be too much for me. I'm close to retiring to my bed for the next 6 months like a Blue Peter tortoise as it is. If I don;t write for a while, check in your bonfires and shed, be sure not to disturb any piles of logs and whatnot....
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