I think Sherlock has now forgiven me for waking him from his slumbers for an early morning walk. He is back lying on the sofa on his mountain of carefully assembled cushions; in deep slumber. He hasn’t moved for an hour…at least. Earlier in the half light of dawn we had dragged each other downContinue reading “Cobwebs”

Writing: a lethargy cure?

People tell me to write. So I am making myself do twenty minutes a day. Making myself- being lethargic by nature- apart from my mind which is a constant whirlwind of nonsense. Lethargic- even this is being written on my phone- too lazy to get out of bed. It’s 9:52 and I’m on my thirdContinue reading “Writing: a lethargy cure?”