Interlude

Just a quick one

This week is Easter half-term in the U.K. and I am not an¹ annual leave until next week.

My brain is crispy and fried.

What day is it? Who am I? Why are we here? There are four kids between the ages of 5 - 8 at home when they are usually at school, not to mention various visiting family members and friends and the unholiest laundry pile of all time.

All of this, while I simultaneously try to hold down my full-time day job and keep from self-immolation. Eyes firmly on the prize, which is next week when we have no kids, annual leave booked and will be outside in the mountains every. single. day.

Anyway, what this all means is a bit of a cop-out week for me, Substack-wise, I’m afraid. I’ve got at least three pieces brewing (an installation of The Notebooks from my early days in Burma; some (more) thoughts on phones and other features of modern technology; and a very close-to-the-bone short story I wrote awhile ago and remain indecisive about publishing. We’ll see.

But none of them are quite …