I am craving a day alone, to read and sort out boxes of clothes and books to give to charity. I need some time alone to read a pile of magazines I still have not had time to look at, to read my book in bed ( it seems I only have time when I am on the train at the moment ) and to watch a film or make some things. I am sure I will figure out a little bit of time to myself over the next few weeks.
On the morrow I am going to York for the day with H.