Monday feeling head-achy and body-achy. Soul-achy. A rumbling, bumbling bus up the hill and home to the warmth and safety of #54. Peace. The sound of several phones switched off. Fire, sofa, peppermint tea. The rain outside. And me and George. A book. A journal. Movies I have seen a hundred times, like old friends. Some chocolate. I realise I have been clenching my jaw all day. I relax and the achy subsides. I feel like I could sleep for days. I fantasise about a bubbly bath and a warm bed later. Right now all of the people are gone. On the last day of March I am knackered but content.