Tuesday, May 27, 2025

Sleep again, private lunch and returning.

1. I wake very early, read for a bit and then sleep again, deep and dreamful, before waking very late.

2. The children breakfasted late and don't want to eat with us at 1pm. We have a private lunch, sharing everything between our bowls of rice. Afterwards, keeping our voices low, we eat secret pieces of chocolate.

3. My tea is made -- a good quality blend that promises much, a mass of petals and scented green stuff floating in the diffuser -- and I start to take it to my desk. But I get called away to help with this and then that needs carrying upstairs, but also another thing that I must to go back down and up for, and then the phone rings. The tea waits on the stairs, and its smell draws me back through the house to where I was going in the first place.

Tea, words and supper.

1. The hot cup of tea waiting for me on the breakfast table. 2. My words aren't coming easily today, and I can't feel confident abou...