As dusk falls I think about my morning walk and greeting people and how we measure ourselves.

A walk on Knocklofty triumphs over sheet-washing and I contemplate moving between honing in and zooming out.

Flagging a bit and trying to say no – but pleased to remember to bring in my washing.

Back to going through my storylines after a pruning binge.

A little walk before the lurgi insisted on a quiet day at home.

Being so gobsmacked that Michael Nobbs has made 1300 podcasts that I find myself going off the beaten track.

A lovely indoor day writing and now contemplating a cold, dark, wet walk to a writers’ meeting where steamed chocolate pudding may await me.

A short walk enjoying the last of the sun before heading back home to write.

A bit low on energy as I prepare my burrow for the Writing Cave tonight.

A cold during my unplugged week gave me an excellent opportunity to delve into my writing.