Monday 26th April

Day 7

An early morning line squeezed in while the kettle boils, my lovely husband sleeps and my small blue suitcase gapes open on the bedroom carpet. Waiting for me to decide what to fill it with. On the other side of anticipating these 2 long awaited sister days is the question of leaving the shape, the imprint, that I make in our house. I wonder what it’s like when I’m not here - poured into these spaces. Like the spilt vanilla stain that still perfumes the jam cupboard.

Luckily I can ask the person who knows when I get back.