Sunday......... old movies (black and white if lucky), laying on the sofa in pj’s, drinking red wine...heaven.
What is the favourite last meal/food you would eat (before execution type scenario)
About 6 months after my father died I found an old google hangouts message from him that I had never viewed before. It felt wrong not to reply, and allowed me to say goodbye.
Listening to the sounds of the night outside my window. Something quietly rustling through leaves, the distant hum of a road, the intermittent sound of a vehicle on its way where? The ticking of a clock.