Reeling, a bit, at the prospect of not going back to the shop for three weeks as the Doctor has signed me off with “nervous exhaustion”… It will be almost the end of November by then and the middle of christmas (retail-wise)… Aargh! But actually still so flaky I’ve spent most of the morning lying on the bed watching the sun come out and go back in, and now the weather has turned to rain. Re-found Rilke’s “Letters to a Young Poet” last night, so think I’ll have a read and try to get writing… But perhaps just one more cup of tea first…