saturday

The guests have left, so my sister me and my dad have stewed in lethargy for two days, whilst my mum was painting a diminutive posing aristo in the north. I have had a weekend off work and have failed entirely to carry out any of my lavish proposals of how to spend it. Since the Barcelona clan have gone we've allowed our smiles to fade and have each retreated to our spaces. The house has become like a colony of islands which we each inhabit braving the waters of interaction only for essentials before hot footing it back to our screens. In the aftermath of the week long invasion we have recuperated with such extremity that on saturday the most effort i exerted was to shower. Across three floors of the house shrapnel of our downtime, is strewn all over; shoes and socks deployed where gravity has left them, books upended, half drunk coffee's perched worryingly close to table edges, ruf's fag ends smoldering in glasses, wires, chargers and odors are left in our wake as we listlessly travel from room to room.