Sunday, 11 January 2009
Gosh it's an effort at the moment. All I want to be doing is hibernating. I want to fill my tummy full of pine needles like the Moomins and sleep until Spring. The world seems to be going in slow motion and I feel like I'm swimming through treacle, waiting for the daffodils, waiting for warmth, waiting for colour, waiting for my muse to come home. Soon, soon.