I've been writing for a while now, and barely told you anything about myself. Ok then I'll pull the curtain back a little. I'm midway through my forties; career path is flatter than a pancake, which is no bad thing, since it's the life of letters I enjoy the most, either as a reader, or latterly, sticking articles on to this blog. Travelling another big joy, and it's true, always the journey, never the destination. I spend a lot of time idling through an open atlas.
Somewhere warm, somewhere quiet, somewhere cheap, somewhere that's available more or less now, and somewhere that's not the UK. Heard that cry for rest before ? Guessed you had. My turn. Tough, tough week and I'm feeling pulverised. Time for time off, otherwise something is going to snap.
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