It is twenty past two in the afternoon and I have been going all morning on nothing but a cup of coffee. Bad, I know. I woke up this morning with a story in my head and it needed to come out. So I hurried the family on their way, made the coffee and locked myself up.  I travelled back in time to one very hot Sunday afternoon ten years ago. As if it happened yesterday I saw the tables, heard the voices and I felt the hot moist air with its kitchen smells all around me. I had to get that and what happened next just right. So I have been hammering away all morning. When I finally stopped the morning had past and I had not even looked at a tutorial yet.  I am feeling a bit wobbly right now. So I guess it is time for some tea and toast before heading out the door, where the rest of my life is calling.

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