Friday, June 29, 2007

I wish it were a rhododendron

I write you from the weekend, which for me starts today (Friday) and, for most of us, lasts until Monday eve. And this has been my first day off since I started work, and I've spent it reading, and finishing a story I'm really pleased with. Having the kind of day I learned to have last winter when I wrote from nine to five, and what a treasure. I still think that now, even if these days only come along once in a blue moon. And this weekend is positively bursting with friends, which is glorious. We're booked up every day, and even doubled booked some, and forces have conspired to make me happier and more assured than I've been in absolutely ages. The good times indeed. I've got a cup of tea beside me now.