Not one of my pictures. Shamelessly taken from http://www.publicdomainpictures.net.
I get up at 7am. I stumble to the bathroom in the dark and then turn the light on, half blinding myself. I set the bath running. The hot tap runs really slowly; it takes at least 20 minutes for the bath to fill properly, so I go downstairs and make a pot of tea. Put some milk in our biggest mugs. Fix myself some breakfast. Sit in the front room with the curtains still drawn, eating my cereal and then I might knit a few rows before I go back into the kitchen and make toast for Mike. Pour the tea and carry the lot upstairs. Snuggle Mikey’s sleepy body for a minute, wanting to get back into bed and sleep more. Go back to the bathroom in time to rescue the bath from overfilling. Add some cold water to the mix and I can finally get in and relax.
It’s still dark outside, maybe just getting light. I enjoy this moment, savouring the colour of the sky through the opaque glass. I can hear the clock in the boxroom ticking.
Today for some reason I was reading a lot of Wikipedia articles about cannibals and serial killers. I hope IT support don’t suddenly decide to run a check on my computer today. I’m not sure they would believe that I Googled ‘Methods of disposing of a human body’ because I couldn’t remember the term ‘Alkaline Hydrolysis’.