To start my new life as a writer of novels – no more research reports – I’m having a new office.  Actually, it’s a refurb of my slum quarters for the last 20 years.  All the debris and detritus of a working life have been boxed-up, bagged and labelled, and put into store.

I’ve postponed the job of sorting it all until the summer as I’m still getting over the shock of being able to get into my room without tripping over a pile of books, papers and files.

I think I’m going to like retirement, especially when the new room takes shape and the dust has cleared.

Everything is many shades of grey, including the builders and their gear. 

They tell me it will all be pink soon when they start to plaster the walls and ceiling.

Meanwhile, I’ve got the joy of choosing a new desk and book shelves as the battered old ones went in the big clear out. Continue reading →