Am at home all week for the Christmas holidays. The mobile phone is on silent mode. I've ceased to check my work emails. It's my feeble pursuit of tranquility. Living with emotionally needy parents can be draining. On Sunday I attempted (unsuccessfully) to read a book. With every 2 pages that I turn my mum would appear by my side with either a question, something to discuss, or something to say.
Yesterday I finally spent half a day on my own - in a cafe, sipped fruit tea and read a novel. A much needed (albeit brief) liberation.
This afternoon, while Mum was busy at the sewing machine, I made a batch of Drop Scones. At the speed of light and quietly as a mouse I moved, and even managed to snap a few photos before the sun got smothered by layers of dark clouds.
