Although each hour, of each day, may seem
to drag at present, it still amazes me how swiftly each year seems to pass.
Most of the time each day has seemed to pass far to quickly, no sooner is one
getting into it’s swing than tiredness sets in; gosh, I’m sounding like a real
Grinch today.
The (current) absence of not only a
functioning kitchen, but even sans kitchen sink, or even a single gas or
electric hob, just seems to leave a hollow at the core of my being. Who would
have thought that once, not too many years ago, I subsisted on a diet of predominantly
microwaveable (so-called) meals; even in recent days, the cooking bug having
for some time since had a hold of me, preparation has felt at times a chore too
far, only reluctantly pursued. No working kitchen and an echoing void of
proposed kitchen diner exuding its presence into the lounge, leaves one feeling
achingly hollow.
