But, must confess to neglecting the poor blog lately. It’s been a funny old time since I got back from holiday, and so I’ve been hunkering down at Musings Towers and not communicating much with anyone. It’s also been summer, even in Blighty, which has led to many an evening sitting out the back of the house, drinking Pimms and watching the sky gradually fade until the bats come out.
I am, more than ever, grateful that I don’t live in a city, and that instead I drive away from all that, to green fields and stone cottages, peace and seclusion. I am very deliberately engaged in making the house a refuge from the world outside; it’s working so well that I’m increasingly disinclined to leave at all, and Mondays bring on actual anxiety. I have a hunch that I’m building up to having to look at all the stressful events of the last few years and do something other than say ‘I’m fine.’ I just don’t know what. I do know that the current circumstances at work, the details of which are tedious and in any event, nothing out of the ordinary, are both difficult in themselves and the cherry on the icing on the Great Cake of Stress.