When we were out for coffee the other day you asked how I was doing with living alone. That day, and the days previous, I was doing fine. This afternoon when I came home, still not feeling 100% I felt at loose ends. So many things have changed, so many things to think about. The only thing for it was start in the kitchen. It was a rush of comfort to see the apple peel curling away, to smell the cinnamon, to feel the rough edges of the oats and grit of the brown sugar. Now I know where I am, and everything's okay. Thanks so much for asking.
All my best,
Kate
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