It’s Friday night, I make a short but strong cocktail and take it outside for the first slurps in the waning afternoon light and watch the starlings getting ready to roost. I eat a plate of homemade chips with shop bought mayo then have a hot shower by candlelight. Afterwards I realise I’ve put my pyjamas on inside out but smile at the mistake and don…
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