Friday 18th February
Day 303
Briefly - because I’ve run out of steam tonight......
Rain falling on my sloping attic roof - muffled heavy drops on the tiles.
This morning I have the use of a courtesy car while mine is passing its MOT - like driving a shoe box - I feel small and square inside it.
Two birthday cakes wrapped in foil on the kitchen counter waiting for their cream cheese icing tomorrow - one green flecked with grated courgettes and the other tender orange with carrots - sweet vegetable cakes.
My husband says he knows someone with TC. He means TB. He asks me what it is.
Beginning to feel round and fat again - my slow winter self - heavy as a pear drop squeezed in tight jeans.
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