It’s a Monday morning. This morning before driving to the pool I had to scrape the frost off the windscreen. It’s only the second time this winter I’ve had to do it.

Yesterday the birds were to be heard singing cheerfully in our back garden. I told them it was too soon. Winter hasn’t really started yet. It’s minus 1 this morning. Next time I see the birds I’ll tell them I told them so.

When I am rich and famous (I don’t want the famous bit) I will spend my Januaries and Februaries writing the occasional blog post from my villa. The palm trees will sway in the gentle offshore breeze that nudges in through my open window.

Every now and again I’ll take a break from my literary efforts and jump into the pool. Lunch will be taken barefoot on the veranda followed by a nap in the hammock set up under the shade of a square of canvas sail out the back.

I may or may not write some more that day. As the afternoon cools I’ll walk into town – it isn’t far – maybe buy some provisions, or nip into a bar for a cool drink.

You get the drift. January and February in the UK are tedious months. All that villa stuff will only work if there is internet access. I’ll need to check visitor numbers, sales levels, keep in touch with contributors, social media etc etc etc.

Hope it will be ok.

In the meantime it’s a Monday morning in February and there is stuff to be done. This week will be largely spent working on website evolution & editorial programmes for the next few months.

Oh and a bit of form filling for the local council – timely considering my post  last week on automation and change.

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