Light on brunch

Scrambled herby eggs with tomatoes and cucumber ( locally grown by lovely friends ) and a bit of smoked salmon. Boys’ brunch before we dived back down our respective rabbit holes of accounts and assignments.
I grabbed an hour in the evening sun with a bit of Patricia Highsmith to try to convince myself that truth isn’t stranger than fiction. Of course it is. Today is two years since the fire at the laundry, an awful time, but we still got through it despite Covid. The last weeks have been difficult in another way, maybe less dramatic, but certainly extremely stressful and upsetting. I’m getting tougher, which saddens me really, but I believe I’m still doing the right thing and giving it my all.