Quite a lot of complaining today. I can't remember that much about this early period of cohabitation. It was cramped, a narrow slanted attic room with a kitchen at one end. I can't remember my morning routine for instance. Did we have a cafétiere? Did we drink coffee every morning, or was it more about the tea? Did we have breakfast together? Presumably we listened to CDs as we had breakfast; it was before I had a digital radio or indeed internet.
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