Good morning peeps.
Yesterday I came to the city and stayed over here in the bolthole, I got my hair and everything else clean and had a rest and relaxed.
I was troubled by memories about everything so I spent some time last night writing and emailing.
I need to finish my account of what has happened to me, but I struggle with it and am afraid to do it.
This morning I woke up and it had been raining and the city was as sweet and beautiful as ever in the rain.

Here I am in the library.