Our new favourite place.
From the kitchen you see our neighbours’ lush green gardens, and next to that a mossy square of grey. For a while we hoped flowers would bloom, that it’d be ‘pretty’ but with everywhere else so cheery, I’m glad we come home to a space of calm, some normality in summer’s giddy exuberance.
Slightly warm mojitos on a pesto-stained sheet with a boy I like a lot.