Back, alas

Two weeks in Germigny, wonderful, found my way back into writing and that did me the world of good. Too bad I'm back. Arrived in The Hague yesterday around four in the afternoon. By nine in the evening I just wanted to go to bed, which I did a half hour later. It is not that I don't like it here, because I do. Today the family celebrated my father's 88th birthday (only on my most optimistic of days do I think I will reach that age) and it was great to be there. My sisters were there, one of my brothers, there were photographs of my parents first great-grandchild - what can I say? Wouldn't have missed it for the world.
But in Germigny I have my own life, a great room with my computer, my notebooks, my ideas and almost every minute of every day is my own. Phone rings twice a week, that sort of 'my own'.