Luckily, Rupert’s out a lot, so I still get my quiet. It’s essential when you work in a place where everything is either urgent or on fire.
Me
Or being asked to be less garlicky.
Tom
I’m still recovering.
Me
May the gods of herbs and spices grant you strength.
Tom
LOL. Much appreciated.
I pull the throw from the back of the sofa, wrap it around my legs, and reach for my phone again.
Tom
What about you? What does your evening look like now that the article’s no longer staring at you.
Me
Tidying. Slowly. With purpose.
Tom
That sounds like someone decompressing.
Me
It’s either that or reorganise my spice rackalphabetically again.
Tom
I won’t judge. I alphabetise invoices for fun.
Me
That feels like a cry for help.
Tom
Or a coping strategy.
Me
Fair.
I shift my weight, phone warm in my hand, the flat quieter than it was an hour ago.
Me
This has turned out to be unexpectedly pleasant.
Tom
