Through this autumn and winter that are now retreating I started writing the novel that I’ve been thinking about for the last three years. It’s not the physics of time novel but it’s about time and it’s also about home and I think it’s about trying to hang onto both things when everything keeps changing around you. Whether that’s a good thing to do or not, I don’t know.
It wasn’t such a bad winter this year. Our flat turned out to have damp but not be that cold, however much of a contradiction that may be. And it didn’t rain so much, not compared to last year anyway. And now it’s spring and it’s not that I’m starting again. I never stopped.