I’m writing this diary the next day, which I guess is a little against the rules. Or is it? It’s helpful to see what I can remember of the day, what stuck. The evening bus to Rabat and dinner in Mdina is definitely a lot more vibrant in my memory than the morning working from …
A day working on my own terms. I woke up at around 8:20 (I slept late and needed the beauty sleep), did some yoga, made a rather elaborate breakfast of French toast, muesli and fruit smoothie. My brain was chattering about starting work right away instead of doing yoga etc but I stuck with the …
I’m on St Barbara Bastion, lying down, full after my three cities view Margherita. As I was eating I wondered whether the knight who lives at St Angelo ever does the same on the opposite side of the harbour. It’s nice to imagine a knight eating pizza on the bastion. Does he have an email …
Finally in bed. Somewhat sniffly and on the edges of a grump. It’s one of those moments when I’m walking the thin line between feeling somewhat miserable and deciding that actually things are really and truly totally ok. My body is complaining. I’ve been doing too much over the past few weeks and my immune …
Success factor of the day, writing my diary at 19:14. It feels strange to be honest. And also some kind of slow return to normality (I hope). The last month and a half have been a whirlwind of busy the kind I have not had in a few years and I’m really hoping that I …
