breakfast you would decide – especially if you’d had an interrupted night on the phones – to have a nap while i went and did some shopping. i’d ask if you wanted a pillow and you’d say no, but i’d insist: ‘why not be comfortable?’ and you’d allow me to persuade you. paulie would settle down on her perch, one foot tucked into her breast feathers, happy as a clam once you were there.
the mornings are the hardest, sweetheart, for all these reasons. not seeing your head on the pillow beside me in the morning breaks my heart every time. the beginning of the day for me a year ago 