Percolated coffee with condensed milk. This is breakfast after the sixth night in a row with not much sleep. I’m reading Gone Girl and writing a book review which I won’t talk about yet. My dad is in the hotel across the street and my sister is somewhere off Whiteladies Road. Mersina had porridge for breakfast and we’re watching the Wiggles.
The Nescafe mug was given to me by my old employers in Colchester when I moved into my first flat on my own in 2002.
30-June-2013
Ephemeral digest 