These last few weeks have been a whirlwind. It’s been incredible, so this is not a complaint. Just an acknowledgement that I need some routine. Cups of tea. My bed. Home cooked meals. Early nights.
I’m writing this from bed with a cup of tea next to me so I guess I’m doing alright! After a most wonderful weekend with my old school mates, spent drinking far too much tequila and smiling so much my face hurt, I’ve got such a bad cold that all my bones are shivery and I can’t stop coughing. I’ve also got a triumvirate of pimples on my forehead that are so big they probably need their own name, like a constellation of stars but much less pretty. My body is saying ENOUGH. Just stay put, stay home, gather your loved ones close and focus on resting and writing and finding your centre, once again.