You know how it is. You come back from holiday or recover from an illness and the world is different.
I’ve decided that this blog is far too self-obsessed. It’s high time I got on with a ‘big project’, some ‘proper writing’.
Why then, do I hear my father’s voice when I use the words ‘high time’, why did I dream last night that my (lovely) brother told me to be quiet, and why do I feel so unhappy?
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