After the run

After a long time organising, earning a living (talk talk talk) and writing, after far too long on other people's topic and carting things around and putting up with an extraordinary amount of invective from one apparently in the throes of a nervous breakdown (I surmise), after being all things to all people, I gave myself a holiday and, it being Christmas Eve, I find that, in fact work is my great holiday and I have taken refuge in prose.