Reinvention
Laziness is my watchword, or it would be if I could be bothered having a watchword. Given the opportunity, I’ll politely decline said opportunity and go back to whatever I wasn’t doing. Therefore, during a recent brush with a fashionable virus when I found myself wilting in bed, spilling canned tomato soup onto an eau-de-nil satin duvet, I thought: hang on, could this be my thing?
Literature is full of Fragile Beauties, weak and pale with
