Life in a Hotel

I didn't think I'd ever hear myself say this, but it's a million times better than living in my home, or "The Property" as it has now become in its contaminated state.

I have got safe distance from the source of my anxiety, poor health and sadness.

And next week the hotel will become a family-run Boutique Hotel, overlooking sunny gardens which drop away down to the ancient harbour below. Mediterranean waters lapping at baked rocks. It will be warm. It will be flip-flopped and peaceful. Just me. Books. A blank page. An inked pen.