My feet are too hot because they're covered in a blanket on top of which is a large, fluffy, snoring cat. I've just been back to Mumbai thanks to Kevin McLeod's Slumming It. I've been watching clips on YouTube, reminding me of what I didn't really want to remember in any detail because it's Christmas and I'm on holiday at home in a house that's too big for two people and one cat with too much food in the cupboards and in my stomach. And now I have to break off because it's time to go skiing with my husband so we can get our stomachs empty enough to accommodate the next digestive delivery.
We went to India last month. I keep having to write thoughts down in my notebook. Chards of experiences. Broken pots that may have been poems once but even if I glue them together, the cracks will always show.