Saturday’s newspaper is on my table. I’m pushing it away, no time for that now. Things have been busy since I got home from Spain, and they’re not slowing down just yet. This morning is a bit of breather though, so I’m sitting down to get some writing done.

“Revisions, always fun,” he said sarcastically.

Then he cut “sarcastically”, because no, that’s not how you do it.

I’ll get started proper as soon as the tea stops fogging my glasses. Yes, that’s how tired I am.