That first coffee

The day has started, I’ve that that zip, that flair of enthusiasm.

But, oh! The noise!

Excellent coffee grinder, excellent hearing aids.

Through the kitchen window I see sparrows feeding. Wild bird seed (and yesterday’s left over scones)

On the days when I’m late I see them staring up at our kitchen window.

Guilt.

How can these little creatures, surviving long before I turned up, and will be around after I’ve flit, make me feel so guilty?

Coffee time

That first coffee of the day.