2023 - Part Two

Today, I write this cured up by a woodturner, with Kayla curled up in her basket on the floor.  I listen to the logs popping occasionally, and to Kayla’s relaxed breathing, and to the scratch of the pen as I write this longhand.

We are on a mini-holiday, on our was down to Liverpool where I will light a newly re-written version of Top Girls, and where Kayla will have her daily holidays with a new dog sitter.

I am sitting here dreaming of a wood burner of our very own in the new flat, of coming home through the wind and the rain to light the fire.

I feel myself smiling as I write it.