“Really, it’s time something was done. I can’t be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus.”
Gerald Durrell “quoting” his brother, author of the Alexandria Quartet, Lawrence Durrell, as a somewhat callow youth.
Quite recently I’ve been feeling unwell (nothing serious, middle-aged—migraine-prone lady nonsense) so this week I’m going to get that sorted and I will be producing no prose, deathless or otherwise. I suspect I will be back next week after consulting with learned physicians and indulging in a little of my own idea of a cure: lying on the couch surrounded by a pile of favorite old books, sipping quarts of sugary milky tea, binge-watching Ealing Comedies, and talking/texting/emailing with old friends.
It sounds kind of delicious… I hope your week is too, take care of yourselves, Vickie