For Winston Smith in 1984, this room contained his worst fear. For me, it was just the usual collection of hotel furniture.
I'm down in Dudley again, and for a change I'm not in a room in a far flung corner of the building. I'd brought my laptop with me, but I was disappointed not to be able to establish a wi-fi connection. I was tired, but I didn't sleep very well - disturbed dreams of trying to write a 3 part tv comedy drama about a night class - and my shoulder was aching. I'm not sure if it is a muscular ache or something deeper in the joint, but it is worrying me. I really don't want an injury in my fencing arm and I think I am going to have to start doing more left handed practice to balance the strain a little more.
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