I follow him in the kitchen We prepare saucepans; onion, garlic, tomato, pesto, cheeses, some flavour of the day... (We're a fickle two) and Boil water, cream Bubble, salt to taste Cayenne for luck
He grabs and mixes and I trail, Closing cupboards and sliding shut drawers the only sounds, Otherwise silent in our routine. No good will come of this silence in our routine