It’s an ordinary day; just the one after yesterday and the one before tomorrow. The most exciting thing that’s happened? Finding a packet of white chocolate cubes hidden behind the boring tins of beans and carrots in brine. Twenty minutes later, I pull from the oven white chocolate and banana muffins with almonds. Not that I’ll eat them. I am considered crazy, but for me, chocolate has to be at least brown, and preferably be very dark indeed. The muffins are for my daughter to cheer her on in her job search.
Tomorrow, for her at least, won’t be ordinary. She’s off with her fiancé to see the vicar and fix a date for their wedding. But today—today is ordinary.
