9.35 a.m. and St enters the diary room.
Hello St. How are you today?
Glad you asked. I need a few probing questions to help me work out how I am. 'OK' will just not cut it as an answer.
So, how are you?
Meaning survival is the lowest form of life but I'm surviving.
What are you up to?
Not a lot frankly. Having one of those patches where writing isn't easy and so whilst I know I need and ought to be getting on with some writing for pleasure (and possible publication) I seem a bit stuck.
Change of scenery?
Thanks that's nice. Where's my computer?
What's wrong with a pen?
You're not helping.
Well you came in here; I didn't call for you.
Sorry. I'll go.
Later perhaps. When you've had some food, watched last night's football, said goodbye to the wardrobe and had a shower.
Can I do all that before trying to write?
I'd prescribe it St. You are still coming down off one. You need all your bits to land, not just your body.