My suitcase is packed. I am going away. Hoping time behaves consistently, that these next six days crawl by as slowly as the last five weeks have.

Picking bent white lollipop sticks from the wheels of desk chairs before I go. I am not sure how they got there. I don’t eat lollipops.

J and E, parcels in the post for you both, wrapped up with brown sticky tape. I used more bubblewrap than needed to stop things from breaking, being no stranger to the delights of wringing plastic airfilled sheets together like wet washing, and that sound! Or popping them one by one when on the phone, eating, reading.