Goblet

In the latest instalment of this week’s photo theme, ‘late afternoon sundown panic snapshot’, Ali and I ran to my pigeon crap encrusted rooftop to taste the outside air for the only time today. I was clutching a goblet shaped glass which I’d used to mock up an iced coffee, after the cafetière had sat undrunk for about five hours. Deadlines are absorbing our days somewhat. They are forcing us to slob in pyjamas and not shower (that applies to me, not Ali).