About a week go I began writing another pulp novel 

I rented out a room on a partially disused railway station

Hoping to work without too many obvious interruptions 

But everything that could have gone wrong has gone wrong 

As I soon picked up a virus which has unpleasant flu like symptoms 

I had written about a quarter of the story and little else 

My heroine Janice like me is staying at a railway station 

But she is in Southern Italy whereas I am in the north of the country 

I had planned my story in detail but am now have serious thoughts 

Perhaps when I recover I will start again as my deadlines are currently very flexible 

Janice is due to ring me this evening and we will discuss the progress of my work