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Sweet peas in a vase on the table, calla lily, orchid, basil, coriander in pots on the windowsill. Outside a jackdaw on the post office chimney, the bus rattling past. A book about insects, a book about bees, and L's knitting on the table, two diaries, a pair of binoculars, a phone. The bath water suddenly released and slooshing down the drain outside the open back door. I'm back from two days with my mother and trying to get grounded, and reconnect with home. Now I shall go and cook pasta with bacon, vegetables and cheese sauce, the ultimate comfort food.