Improvising the Home Office

I was born in April – technically autumn if Durban did autumn. The books I grew up with all spoke about spring lambs and April showers – and it was easy to imagine such boundless joy and spring in ones step while the sun shone endlessly in a breathtakingly blue sky.

In England, April really is in spring but still feels like winter. Cold Spring dampens hopes and they are starting to mould – so I cling onto the brave branches, with barely-there buds and ignore the raven - who thinks its funny to perch on my garden wall at this very moment.
I turn my back to it all. Marian Keyes has written Under The Duvet AND Further Under the Duvet – more than enough justification for temporary relocation from desk to bed.