Tuesday 18th January
Day 272
Tonight I’m grateful for the dark womb of the cinema, sitting next to a hurting friend, plunged into someone else’s faraway drama for a few hours. Afterwards we fill our bellies with deep bowls of chicken noodle soup, our noses running in the heat of the Thai fragrant spices. And with not a corner left for cold rice pudding and ruby berry compote.
Now I must wring out the towels and find another, deeper bowl to catch the water drip dripping from the cistern pipe in the loo - to try and halt its passage through the floor boards and the extractor fan below it. We can’t find a reason for this sudden random flood that started yesterday. Out of the blue. Like our tsunami.
Hi Trish!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to read your beautiful writing again, you make food sound like the most fantastic gift, a glory in life, which it is. I shall come back again and again to your blog. It's such a great idea. Brilliant!
Love, Julie-ann