My energy is slowly dwindling in the face of work and mental exhaustion. I am struggling with coming up with a clear, concise thesis statement for the ten-thousand-word essay, but then my tutor says,
'If it is not hard, it is not really worth doing isn't?'
He is damn right! I might as well just hang in there. Meanwhile, without the consolation of a beautiful blind-fold, Givenchy black dress or the company of a stray cat à la Hepburn I seek comfort in bottomless cups of Darjeeling tea, the ephemeral February sunshine and wishing for signs of an early spring.