The Heat Hasn't Helped

I'm still feeling pretty knackered post-Covid. People keep saying this is a really nasty strain that makes you feel awful and keeps you in bed for days. I wouldn't say that was true with me, but I certainly don't remember feeling this tired when I had it before. Everything just seems to take forever and seems to exhaust me. I had to drive between sites yesterday and I had such an urge to stop the car in a layby and have a kip.

Gavin is not happy with my decision to stay in Suffolk rather than relocate to Devon (or Dorset; I'm still not entirely sure which it is) and keeps trying to persuade me to have a rethink. I assured him I had given it a lot of thought, and explained my reasoning, but he just seems to have it locked in his head that this would be the best solution for everyone concerned, and seems convinced that all he has to do is convince me of that and then all will be well. I keep telling him to move on from me and start advertising the position locally down there, but he seems determined to keep pushing me, as if there is some magic phrase he can come up with that will change my mind and push me Southwards.
Maybe it's a control thing.

And no suitable blog-related challenge seems to have materialised yet, so I'm thinking that maybe I just keep writing 'normally' for the rest of September, and then try and come up with something to test myself with next month...

RC 10-9-23