Typing Sunday.

Today has not been a particularly enjoyable day, apart from a sneaked spoonful of Nutella and some funny messages from friends, but I am up and yes and full. Jittery. If I were into bad analogies, I would liken it to popcorn with its salty smell of promise. Actually let's be honest, I am into bad analogies.

I am writing an essay explaining how the development of the spa and then the beach-side resort in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries reflected changing attitudes to the body and society. It is interesting but remote to me today.

I didn't enjoy church tonight.