It has been a busy year. Trips to Paris and Manchester, illness, hospitalised family members and the recent birth of twin grandsons have meant an almost non-stop year. I have dreamed of time to myself-what parent/partner/grandparent doesn’t- but now I have snatched it. And so I have run away from home for a few days completely to myself with a pile of books and a pile of knitting.
My intention is to spend most of the time in bed enjoying catching up on reading and finishing yarn projects with occasional sojourns out into the world for cultural and dining indulgences. Tiny Bomber has suggested I can do this at home but The Wing Commander has an unappealing tendency of making sure I am out of bed by a certain time and, as he is also opposed to the day time wearing of pyjamas, I have had no option but to wave him adieu.
Therefore I have taken a train to a secret location. I am well aware that this escape is an indulgence and a privilege not everyone can choose but I intend to enjoy every minute, most of them in a very large, very cosy hotel bed
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