while I cross the road, I miss having a proper conversation over dinner. Not on Skype, not on the phone, but face to face. With me gesturing, with me rolling my eyes. It’s with age that I get
closer to my mum, no longer the teenager with my superior ways. Have been dining really well, & having way too much wine. Italians, Brits & Americans make for lovely dinner companions.
Don’t think I’ve laughed like that in ages.
