Woke up at quarter to ridiculous, but actually did get back to sleep. It’s now 8 o’clock ie very sensible, verging on slightly negligent o’clock.
Mark’s tired too.
Left early yesterday because I kept falling asleep.
Can’t wait to get up to the chalet next week.
Published by Sarada Gray
I started my first novel, aged 8, in a draughty vicarage, finishing it 14 years later. My first poem emerged on a Sussex beach in 1965, but I didn’t return to poetry until 2007: I’m still trying to find out why.
I have published short stories, poems and reviews and am a recognised performance poet. I’ve been married 21 years and have two children, Holly, 20 and Daniel, 17; but my husband now wants to be known as female. My struggles with this and its effects on my writing, are the springboard for short stories and a radio play.
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