Just back from a strange week's holiday in Lincolnshire – mainly made strange by the fact that I had to depart for two job interviews during the course of it. Didn't get either job, but did get to spend a large proportion of my hols sitting on hot trains in a suit. Bof.
But I have also returned with a full first draft of a new poem – one in which the conceit is clear and the meaning unparaphrasable (i.e. one with much promise).