Sitting alone in a house with a view.
Silence and radio the only sounds to be listened to.
I woke up and had breakfast with a view.
Twice in the afternoon, I had a swim with a view: a bit later, a coffee and a read.
At night I’d have a drink with a view.
I enjoyed this silence, this peace and the view.
The crappy weather did not spare me of course.
I just returned.
I managed to catch a cold as well.
I feel like a very weak and sad little bug whose ears and throat are in a mess.
I am going to make a soup and get some good sleep because on Tuesday I’m off again.
My last and proper vacation for this summer.
After that, a new chapter officially begins.
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