Having had flu over Xmas, the winter of my 2011 has had to be slow. Mostly a sleeping kind of slow.
Those who know me will know that I do not find this easy. But, it transpires, 'slow' is something we can learn. Turns out 12 weeks of post-flu wipeout means that I no longer find slow things terrifyingly boring. Actually, I've learnt to relish them.