I tell her it’s not that I can’t be spontaneous. Make tea when it’s coffee time. Two sugars instead of one. But she thinks it’s funny to keep moving my sachets around. There are times to be playful, I say. When, she asks. When I say so, I tell her.
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3 comments:
I feel guilty twice over when I look at individually packed portions of tea, coffee, biscuits and sugar (but not UHT milk); not because of the excessive packaging and its effects on the environment, but because they belong to stolen moments in hotel rooms and on aeroplanes. I'm a thief.
Only fifty calories left for the day. Definately no sugar, not even 'healthy' brown. The coffees look too fattening. Would perk me up though. No, it's going to have to be the Twinings. Mmmn, and maybe half of that buttery shortcake. Or maybe not. Oh,go on then.
There were rules. Sarah thought them silly. Laughed sometimes, playing their game. The sheets of the bed turned just so. The trailing end of the toilet paper folded into a neat arrow. Sachets of coffee and sugar and milk laid out neat. And Sarah stole the biscuits they didn’t eat.
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