‘Holiday’?

Today is officially the end of my annual leave. I drove to Cambridge so I can attend IAML Congress tomorrow. It feels as though I have been off work for ages, but a holiday it really was not.

I wake up thinking about unsatisfactory paragraphs. I dream of inconsequential details that will have to be changed. I had a couple of restful days in Norfolk, but even those were disturbed by nocturnal thoughts of untraceable bibliographical details and diurnal anxious thoughts about driving to Cambridge and finding my accommodation – because I have no sense of direction whatsoever!

So, here I am. I, my car and Don the Congress mascot, all safely in the right place, proof that motorway signs marked ‘to London’ can actually be correct in the right circumstances, so long as you get off when Google says so!

And tomorrow I can just be a delegate – no papers to give. I have avoided committing myself to writing anything else that would hinder The Book this year!