The weekend passed in a haze... disrupted sleep, foggy thoughts...
But a new week, and a new prompt: 'Write a small stone about something you can smell' and a wonderful quote by John Betjeman:
Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.
Fresh, roasted coffee,
Frothed, warm milk,
Sweet vanilla muffin -
Smell, taste, savour
Every moment of
The morning ritual.