It’s a rainy day in Bath Spa, UK like any other day. Hungover, tired and desperately hungry. The sky is a lid and I am the thickened jam in a small glass jar.
Now I want jam. And toast. Hot golden crusty toast with a swatch of warm butter and several heaping spoonfuls of my new plum and port jam from this weekend’s food festival in Wells.
Today is the perfect day to sit inside under the softest blanket ever made, with only my hands exposed to feed endless tea and toast into my mouth while watching the BBC Pride and Prejudice series from 1996.
Out my window rolls emerald green hills and quickly color changing leaves. Gold, ruby, yellow diamond leaves lightly affix themselves to gnarled branches, stumbling off into the sky every time the wind blows.
Today is a good day to do almost nothing, to allow only furs and cotton to caress my skin and warm tea to kiss my lips. I suggest wrapping yourself in your softest garments and dining on the delicious and luxurious.
Welcome to my rainy afternoon.