The last morning before I go back to Cambridge. I'm sitting in Grandma's lounge, in an arm chair.
When I can't think of what to write I bite my thumbnail and slide my other hand into the warm spot beneath my robe, just under my right clavicle.
We watched Amelie (which is a masterpiece)this morning, and I polished off half a packet of rice crackers. (I love the sound of the 'crunch' of a rice cracker, like the sound of a sharp knife slicing through coriander stems, or the 'crack' when you break the top sugar layer of creme brulee with a teaspoon)
I've wrapped a set of willow pattern crockery to take back with me, first in newspaper then in clothes.
Last night I baked a chocolate and banana cake without following a recipe, and I prayed for a sunny day yesterday and God’s smile broke through the clouds in the morning, and so I went for a lovely leisurely run, stopping often to rest my ankles and just bask in the sunlight.
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