Sunday
Sunday breakfast by the kitchen window in the morning low sun, feasting on thick sugared porridge and Italian espresso coffee. The oats in a bowl edged with a retro pink and green flower motif and the frothy drink in a solid café cup. Eaten with an 1830 smooth silver spoon off a repainted Chinese bamboo tray named for Hua Mu-Lan. The colours of the blocks, red and black for anarchism; and white, green and soft purple for the suffragettes. On my mind, the writing of ‘our scrittore’, Hanif Kureishi, in Italy on his new Substack. It’s all over in ten minutes, the frosted rooftops dropping east exposing us to more blue sky again. More stuff to wash up.
Brodnax at home and at sea 
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