Friday was delicious. It was so gloriously easy to eat well. A sandwich for lunch, ripe figs from the supermarket, their bodies velvet to the touch and full of sweet sweet flesh.
Even declined the biscuits offered by my sweets when i visited him last night. Watched him eat the oat stuff with disinterest.
Shopped at 2am. Bought salad and milk brim full of goodness. I love the supermarket when it's just full of me and the shelf stackers and everything laid out sans crowds. I managed to find a tin of the most wonderful hot chocolate ever to have for breakfast one autumn day with my porridge. Topped with marsmallow for that real blast of the fall.