In the night, fish and steel.

1. I'm up in the small hours making a hot water bottle. While I wait for the kettle to boil, I lift the blind and see a fat moon and a single bright star.

2. Frying a little piece of fish in butter so the skin crisps up.

3. The food is already on the table. I am quickly chopping tiny bouncy tomatoes before supper, and it is not going well. Deep breath. Draw the knife across the steel; and now the blade leads the work.

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