My partner is forgetful and scatty.
My daughter is home from university. We had arranged to have breakfast together and have croissants - the expensive kind made with French butter. My partner would make the breakfast
For the second time in the last year or so, he decided that rather than warm them in the oven he would place them under a hot grill and forget about them.
I came downstairs to a kitchen full of acrid smoke. The croissants were inedible. The house still smells of burning.
I asked my partner what he was thinking of. He said he was listening to the radio and thinking about Aleppo, so he turned the oven switch the wrong way.
I just feel tired and sad. Like giving up.