Egg

There is something about the tactility of an egg.

It’s been a really difficult couple of weeks, and an even more challenging last few days, J headed to the hospital again today, and we kept in touch via our smartphones. She sent me pics, I sent her pics. This technology has its uses.

So I knew she really enjoyed her cauliflower soup, followed by Turkey sandwich. And she knew I was having an egg sandwich at home. And that the egg was well in time. And in the background our first ever broad beans - small beginnings, but good to have a go.