My writing life comes and goes in cycles by virtue of my job and that is fine. This week I have had a house full of wimin but Jess goes back to Oz today, Abbi flies off to Tuscany for a month long Oklahoma degree module on Italian Renaissance art (ooh I could volunteer for that one - imagine, four weeks in Sienna, Florence, San Gimignano - time to sigh for) and on Tuesday Whit flies home to Oklahoma after touristing out here in the UK. So, apart from some PhD supervision, I will have this desk to myself - and I already have projects mapped out to sit alongside a new song and fitness for June programme. Not a bad thing when you are planning your sixth decade... zut alors! Today the sun is shining and I am sitting at the back door drinking early grey and listening to this because it came on shuffle - thankfully - all I ask, don't tell anybody the secrets I told you...
