I have it in a drawer.

I want to put the first year in here honestly, because these accounts always skip it and the skipping is what makes people think there is something wrong with them.

It was not liberating.

It was extremely boring and it was frequently awful.

I was thirty-nine and living alone for the first time since I was twenty-four.

I had spent thirteen years in a house where somebody else’s schedule set the temperature of the week, and it turned out that a great deal of what I had understood to be my personality was actually just accommodation.

For about four months I could not work out what to do on a Saturday.