It’s 10 in the morning and the rain is coming down in curling sheets, as it has been since dawn. Deep puddles reflect a slate-grey sky; another day without daylight, maybe the fourth in a row. I am sitting in my office shed, watching nothing happen.
January is supposed to be a time for new starts, but I’m surrounded by backlog: sitting untouched are boxes of papers I’d refused to consign to the attic until I’d gone through them. My desk is covered in a tangle of wires, after I turned out all the drawers in the middle of Christmas Day in search of some USB adapter of yesteryear.
