Leftovers #75

Little Simz Soul Mixtape obsession, bavette at Stepney City Farm, normalising rice for breakfast

I had this strange realisation that the person I used to be, her skin and flesh and feelings and complications, isn’t too different from the person I am now, even though there seems to be a lot more of all the above. Many thoughts about age swirling around my brain; for a while I forgot that I was getting older and I never imagined that I would find it as challenging as I do now. Big storms, plenty of rain, cathartic etc. I’ve happily done lots of reading this week and slightly less cooking than I’d like to, although I plan to rectify that this weekend with a (take one guess) roast chicken – this time spatchcocked and marinated in garlic, lemon and olive oil.