The sun is sinking on Saturday and I’m having a cup of tea in the garden. My lobelia plantlings are snug in their pots, new glass baubles are dangling from the freshly pruned holly tree and the windowsills are free of cobwebs. I’ve made butternut squash and apple soup for supper, but it’s too early to eat, and my body hurts from running and yoga.
‘Come on, Magic,’ I say to our little black cat, ‘let’s put the telly on.’
Stuck in a lonely limbo