The window

Yes!

If I sit in the window, the sunny window, where happy sunshine enters the room, I'll want to write, and write better. I'll be inspired by sunshine to think like a scientist, overlooking the natural beauty of the... the neighbours overgrown weedy garden, or our miserable plot of nettles and the old rug that was in the dining room and the landlord seems to want to bury under grass cuttings till it rots. I should face the other way... that's better, these neighbours have an apple tree, flowerbeds and birdtables, that'll get me thinking about placental mosaicism... only now the sun is on my laptop screen and I can't see anything.