By which I mean that when I have time off I choose to spend it staring into the delicious middle distance, working through a particularly knotty part of the plot.
It's how I cope with a winter that arrived too early, bang on time, like he was awkward and early to a party, and then found alcohol and decided to stay until the last allotted moment, and then wouldn't get into the private ambulance, and eventually not even the one provided by the courts...
.... and then some...
That kind of a winter.
But I know from the Queen Mother and by grapevine from the Queen Dad that it was a hard winter in Ireland too.
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