Monday morning. My backyard is filling up with leaves. Behind me, a desk and table are piled high with stuff en route from the old backroom, now Caroline's bedroom, to the bookshelves in my bedroom, where I've piled all the books en route to new homes.
Somewhere in this machine is a nearly completed, but still unfinished - or is that nearly finished, but still incomplete? - novel.
My back - oh, we really will not go there. Read more about Getting On With It