Today should have belonged to writing, as I once hoped Mondays would, but it has belonged instead to other things that had to be done.
I have only stopped to eat.
My left over pizza at lunch, glossy with an extra drizzle of oil to stop it drying out in the oven.
Then dinner, organic salmon fillets- pale shell pink inside, given a golden sunset crust on the grill pan, lying next to the first asparagus of the year, the unsnapped stems still stringy.
Made with lemon and thyme and love by my man, served with my roasted new potatoes, eaten outside at our little table and chairs as the day cools and tomorrow's clouds start to arrive.
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