There is no part of the flat

left unexplored. I’m not bored,

it’s something else: there’s too

much to do, things are vying

for concentration and attention

 

like never before, minor things

that can no longer be ignored,

pots to wash, a bath to be

scrubbed and a floor that needs

 

sweeping. And then there’s

decisions to be made about staying

awake or sleeping, or going out to the

 

pub versus staying in and not drinking.

Settling in to a new place is never easy –

 

another lost afternoon squares up to defeat me.