Strawberry jam on wholemeal toast

Dear Heart,
I write this on a Sunday, looking back on a Thursday evening when my laptop was poorly. I took it to the IT Clinic and returned to my room to find it strangely empty. It felt so much bigger than it usually does; a whole character had disappeared from it.
For the first time in an eternity I opened up my big study Bible and made a pot of cocoa. I spoke to the ceiling, lying on my bed and spilling crumbs over the sheets. It was a strangely pure evening. The calm before the storm...
Love, Lydia x