The Bliss of Solitude

The family are away (of course I shall miss them...well, a bit) so I have a whole week of writing and writing summer school to myself.

Perhaps I will use the time to write the last 60 lines of poetry required for my portfolio.

Or perhaps I'll spend the week drinking undrinkable wine and passing out on the sofa with the dog in front of re-runs of Glee.

Or perhaps both.