I’m not at home today, which is a bit odd but somehow I’m incredibly comfortable.
Maybe the comfort is from the fact that I’m alone and there are no sounds of Bargain Hunt or Wii Snooker at 40 volume in the background coupled with the occasional barking of dogs when neighbours pass by.
Or maybe the comfort is from the fact that I have time to get on with my writing whilst being surrounded by the thoughts of someone who makes me happy (even if he isn’t here right now).