I haven't been at work for practically a fortnight & would like to say that I feel all better & full of bounce, but i just don't.
The stupid thing is, I know what i need to get better; its fresh air, ideally by the sea, and lots of sleep & music in the background. What i do not need is to be here in Haworth, in this house that distresses me so, and the worry of visitors or delivery men or plumbers or the voices of neighbours.
i should quite like to be here
notice the emptiness of the beach.
I'd be in the dunes, on a tartan rug with a thermos of tea, a good book and a parasol.