So I have cleared my desk ready to begin my 'retreat'.
I am not, as Husband suggested, doing anything to avoid writing. It's just that I need some head space in which to think and spread out. So now I'm ready. And blogging. No, this is another essential. I need to set the scene.
I just need to do one more thing: update my Middle-aged, fat and frumpy blog otherwise that will be in my head wanting to be expressed and leaving no room for my Irishman.