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It is so cold in the house today. My mother lights a fire then goes out and rakes the garden. Time is sturdy and gold. I read and read and read and then suddenly I am waking up, still holding my book. We turn the lamps on. I have one of those headaches - you can tell when people have them because of the tension in their mouths, their careless shirttails. There is no hot water so I am dirty and I keep going in and looking at our bath which has turned a beautiful dull white while we have been away. I have not replied to any emails because I feel stuck and unhappy. I'm sure I will cheer up soon. Come to the country and keep me company.