Figs and ham
I am finding my feet once more, carving my way through September. The children have settled into term and I am beginning to enjoy the peace of each day.
Work is busy: new products, bespoke orders and the building up of stock for, whispers, that thing that happens in a few months time.
I still stop for lunch every day.
It's not a long lunch.
And never fancy.
I turn pages of a magazine, catch up on Twitter or read my favourite blogs.
This week I mostly eat figs and ham. A feast for the eyes and tongue.
The figs are ripe and juicy. The ham is salty and thinly sliced. On the first day I had no bread other than English muffins. On subsequent days I could not dream of accompanying my figs and ham in any other way.