29th October 2011 Saturday
In the bath tonight my husband says sorry for having a glass of red wine too many.....
Sometimes I just want to go unconscious, he says.
Me too, I say.
But my version is rice pudding abuse. Two gloopy bowlfuls for supper - unctuous with cream and plopped with strawberry jam, fragrant as summer.
We can’t work out which way the clocks go tomorrow - forward or back - fuddled by alcohol and sugar.
Fortunately I don’t need to know everything. Not tonight anyway.
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