kitchen sink

Madam’s asleep, snoring, in her latest nest, the cupboard under the kitchen sink. She requisitioned it a month after she arrived here, and has slept there ever since (which shows she must really like it; normally she changes sleep space every few days). She isn’t disturbed, even when I do the washing up.

Meanwhile, I’m knackered too … I took a long walk today to get some exercise, and I really want to sleep it off, now, but that would be a little silly because it’s 6pm. I think I’ll open a bottle of wine instead. And I really ought to start packing.