I have:
1. Weevils in the store cupboard. Weevils are not native to the UK, perfectly safe and not really repulsive. These particular ones are probably third generation weevils that were lovingly and unintentionally transported from India with Gobindobhog rice, which is the only rice that should be offered to a Bengali toddler.
2. A long, empty evening sometimes. Either that, or work and more work. And on the days I have the one, I miss the other.
3. Journals and more journals. With blotted entries, happy entries, anxious entries and determined entries.
4. A heart full of hope that refuses to die.
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