Moonset
It’s been a while since I've spent any extended amount of time alone at home. In fact, I think since moving to this house, this was probably the first time that I've been alone at home for more than a night and I was really looking forward to the break. I didn’t have any specific plans for the week, mostly just plans on ordering in, a little bit of one-handed exercises to ensure I was totally sore throughout and loads of chocolates. I realise in hindsight, I'm getting older. I had no plans for late night excursions, no plans for walks on the beach and no other plans for anything out of the ordinary. The week then, was not much to write home about. I did exactly what I had planned. I could have exercised more, much more (more signs of ageing?), maybe written something to woo this girl I know, maybe put some sordid fantasies to paper but ended up simply having a very boring week. And I absolutely loved it. I needed to slow down a little. Clean up the house, sort through my ...