I am pausing in the middle of the longest washing up event known to man, and sitting down with my wrinkly monkey hands and this:
Cinnamon tea, fig jam on toast, and a Nigel Slater autobiography I found in a charity shop for £1.
Henry and I are going on a roadtrip later today for a family wedding tomorrow, so I’ve got lots to do, but for now I’m sitting still. The house is quiet, the sun is warming my back and I don’t even hate the washing up with normal-strength venom. Henry is asleep, and Timothy is back tomorrow (!!!).
Happy Friday, lovely people.