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COFFEE, TEA, MATCHA… OR SIMPLY NEW YORK. 🍒

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I sat down to write something sensible. … Let me start again. I sat down. The sensible part was never confirmed. First, coffee. Obviously. Starbucks, perhaps. There is something reassuring about a place that asks for your name before getting it wrong. Tea felt like a decision I should make with both hands around the cup, having accepted something. I wasn’t in the mood to accept anything. Then there was matcha. Very fashionable. Very green. Apparently, everyone had found inner peace and it came with a milk alternative. I considered becoming that woman. … No. I considered her outfit. There’s a difference. She probably owns a beautiful water bottle and knows where it is. I had just spent six minutes looking for the glasses on my face. I typed: What am I really in the mood for? Then stopped. Looked out of the window. Looked back at the screen, in case an interesting thought had arrived while I was away. Coffee. Tea. Matcha. Such small options for someone who had alre...
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SOLO ESTABA MIRANDO. 🍒

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Entré en una tienda de antigüedades porque tenía diez minutos libres. Un error de cálculo. En diez minutos se puede comprometer bastante el futuro de una repisa. —Gracias. Solo estoy mirando. —Por supuesto —dijo el señor. Los dos aceptamos aquella versión de los hechos. Me pareció un comienzo muy civilizado. Entonces vi una campanilla de plata. Pequeña. Preciosa. Con un mango que alguien se había tomado la molestia de decorar mucho más de lo necesario. En casa de mi abuela siempre hubo campanilla. Se tocaba para avisar que ya se pasaba al comedor, y alguien venía. Era otro mundo, y tenía personal. La levanté. —Puede probarla. La hice sonar. Un sonido delicadísimo. Me pareció de buena educación escucharlo otra vez. —Una pieza muy fina —comentó el señor. Asentí como si estuviera confirmando una valoración propia y no empezando a perder el juicio. No necesitaba otra campanilla. Tengo una en casa y, hasta aquella mañana, no le había encontrado ningún defecto. Pero aquella ...
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I'VE KEPT IT. JUST IN CASE. 🍒

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I've been meaning to have a bit of a clear-out. Nothing drastic. Let's not get carried away. There's a box I ought to throw away. An empty one, admittedly, but that hardly tells the whole story. It's a very good box. Proper cardboard. Sturdy corners. A lid that fits without having to be persuaded. You don't get many of those these days. "What's it for?" I couldn't say at this precise moment. But throwing it away now, simply because I haven't yet identified its purpose, seems rather hasty. It's doing no harm. Well. The cupboard won't shut properly, but that's a separate matter. Then there's the drawer of cables. Some belong to appliances I no longer own. Others have declined to provide any clue whatsoever. I'm keeping those too. Knowing my luck, I'll chuck one out on Thursday and need it by Friday lunchtime. Someone will say, "You haven't still got the old one, have you?" And I shall have t...
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TWENTY YEARS AGO WAS RATHER INCONVENIENT. 🍒

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TWENTY YEARS AGO WAS RATHER INCONVENIENT. 🍒 "The best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago. The second best time is now." A lovely thought. Slightly irritating if you had planned to spend the afternoon regretting things. I have a respectable collection. Things I didn't start. Things I didn't finish. Things I wanted but postponed until I was better prepared, less tired, more certain, or in possession of an entirely different life. The conditions were quite specific. Very little qualified. Meanwhile, I have become remarkably well prepared to explain why twenty years ago would have been ideal. More time. More energy. Fewer complications. My younger self apparently had excellent circumstances. I don't remember her mentioning it. She seemed rather occupied with her own difficulties. Perhaps that is worth remembering before I accuse her of wasting all my opportunities. She made some poor decisions. She also got me here. I could be a little more civ...
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