Warmth

“Toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee”. My sugar starved brain is screaming, “Toffee, toffee, toffee, toffee”.

Eavesdroppers

Max is rather crabby today. He hates distractions and is not a fan of my abstract sentimentality either. As I laugh, he turns his attention back to our quarry…

Commute

As always I run huffing and panting to catch the bus.