Time, eh. Where does it go? And why? And what is it up to while it’s there? No-one seems to be asking these questions.

Right now I am questioning the validity of space-time and the Gregorian calendar, for it is the end of Easter Break. It has been both fantastically long and incredibly short, both fantastic and awesome. I’ve spent time with my beloved family in a tiny Cornwall village, gotten a delicious bit of writing done on several things, and gotten a lot of much-needed rest. Good food has been eaten and bad jokes told with great gusto.

I still will need 9 27-hour days a week to write everything I should write, but that’s all good. One day I’ll find the place where all the left-over time goes, and then I’ll be sitting pretty.

Tutuloo.