Still life

I’m on the train to Kinghorn after work, rucsac full of ingredients. The flat is fully functional, with strong notes of building site. I clear a space and cook a chickpea and coconut curry.

Mike arrives shortly after 7. Claire and I do our best to converse, but we’re both exhausted. Hampshire comes and goes - some bearing failure with one of his Beamers. And then it’s bed time, the lights of Musselburgh twinkling from across the firth.