Days off = dead

Monday looms and starting work at 9.30, back from a couple of days in a focused working zone in an Exeter air bnb, in a charming, quiet apartment a few mins from the quayside and centre. It wasn't quite the work fest I planned it to be - I had visions of being like a writer in solitude churning out best work for years (for 2 days) but in reality it became a half work half wind down period, wandering around the quayside and city centre with my laptop, working here and there, which in retrospect,...