After James and Haswell leave, I set myself up to work. Despite the nature of the task in hand, it feels good. This the first time I’ve been able to devote myself to a project in…
goodHow long?
It feels like years.
Something solid to do.
do.Work that’s mine…
mine…Comfortable in my armchair, I sling my feet up, ankles crossed, using a small coffee table as a footstool.
Cutting into the cake, already missing two slices, I bite in…
Hmmm…
… chew, swallow, then bite again…
Some sort of candied peel dots vanilla-scented sponge. It’s soft and moist, and ever so slightly crusted at the edges and base. In fact…
Not bad at all…
Topped with marzipan and finished with a hint of lemon in the icing, the cake wouldn’t win any prizes for subtlety of flavour, but
Girl meant no harm…
Went to s
