I ate my breakfast standing up, staring at myself chewing in the mantelpiece mirror. Been a while since I’d seen myself in make-up. An abrupt laugh although nothing was funny. I sounded mad so abruptly stopped, which sounded madder still. I put my cup and bowl in the dishwasher and then fished them back out. I washed them. I dried them. I returned them to the cupboard. Left no trace. My husband’s breakfast dishes remained untouched in the sink. He generally cleans up after himself. I’ll give him that. What a treasure. It’s so low, Sailor. The bar for men is set so low.
