Smoky, smoky

Pastries in bed, with L. Just not the bed we planned to be in.

Then to the flat for a very real ‘in a burning building what would you take’ situation.

Smoky, smoky clothes. Smoky, smoky everything.

We looked at nice house in Milngavie with un-singed wreaths, walked round the reservoir in the horizontal rain.

Talked about what we can do with this situation. I can’t imagine feeling so positive about it with anyone else.