The kettles on, it lights up blue when it boils. I thought it was quite modern when we got it, now it's all smart kettles. A kettle isn’t smart till it can come through and tap me on the shoulder and asks if I want a cup of tea.
The mornings are quiet. I've got the place to myself. It's kind of dark in here, I've still got the curtains closed. The missus calls it the cave.
Ha!
I like to think I’m more evolved than that
Her throwaway remark has got me chuckling, and thinking about her.
The smell of her perfume when she left for work.
I see the picture on the wall, us at the beach. Blue sky shining.
Paul Andrew Sneddon 