Status Updates From A Room of One's Own

Worales qué buen libro👏🏻

But what were you doing on the fifth of April 1868, or the second of November 1875, she would look vague and say that she could remember nothing. For all the dinners are cooked; the plates and cups washed; the children sent to school and gone out into the world.
Nothing remains of it all. All has vanished. No biography or history has a word to say about it.

Reading again (three months on) as I loved it so much the first time