Stuck indoors, dying for a walk, but have to wait in for the plumber. Going mad with frustration. Can't settle. Lots of odd jobs to do but don't feel like doing any of them. Restless. Bored. Day completely ruined. Decided to start the Huge Task that is preparing Commences for publication. It appears my most elusive novel Commences is commencing at last. But is the world ready for it, I wonder.
I live in Bloomsbury.