Day 21. Take a seat.
I love sitting in my conservatory. It’s a grey day today and I’m listening to the faint drizzle of rain gently pitter-pattering onto the roof, birds twittering in the garden, and the distant sound of waves swooshing on the beach. Hardly any cars at this time on a Sunday morning, and those that pass by just make the muted sound of rubber on wet road.
I’ve drunk my first cup of tea and contemplating when to get up and make a second one.