To Swansea, for DIY and grocery provisions. Graham, sawing a length of pre-formed plaster coving into two convenient lengths in the car park at Wickes so’s the resulting pieces would fit in the car. Over-hasty scampi and chips in the coffee shop at Sainsbury’s–no longer to be recommended. Wine and beer and cat litter featuring largest in the shopping trolley and our favourite checkout lady exchanging “I want it to be Summer” feelings with me.
And then, home.
“It’s good to be back,” I said. “Warm and comforting.”
“Yup. Wish the kitchen didn’t smell of curry so much, though.”
“If the faint remnants of curry smell is the worst thing in our lives then we’re not doing too bad.”
“That’s true.”
