Submitted by Paul Daley on
The morning’s tea needs to be brewed in the yellow pot, the sheepdog must be scratched repeatedly
Amid the fear and uncertainty of the pandemic lockdowns a few years ago, as I walked the neighbourhood each twilight, I couldn’t help observe the little domestic quirks of people I didn’t and still don’t know.
Like everyone else I was finding light and meaning and comfort wherever I might. The early evening – like the early morning and lunchtime – walk with my dogs was part of that.
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