5,7,5 – 365 29th November 2015
A haiku and a diary entry, every day for a year.
It’s Sunday morning, it’s grey and blustery outside on the fens but in here it’s warm and quiet. We are treating ourselves to End of the Road Pie – our name for them, after first buying them for The End of the Road festival in 2014. I have to eat mine warily, Laila having finished hers too quickly, she is hovering to my right, cake fork in hand. If only they came in boxes of three.
Our breakfast in bed
Outside blow November winds