Head Down Days

I hear the alarm, and start to extract myself from dreamt scenarios, wash off the clinging images, oats down my throat, notes into file, into pannier, arms into hi-vis and bike out of door, down the road and Queen’s Lodge up the hill, lock it up, roll down trousers, wipe off sweat and into staffroom. …

regarding your question

You ask like you expect a reply off the cuff, as if some social small talk could be enough; but it’s a topic that’s been lying hidden in my brain that I need to share before it drives me insane. Can’t give you off the cuff when my heart’s on my sleeve But if you …