I have had a good clean and tidy up in the kitchen today in between making bread, rich tea biscuits, chocolate muffins and a roast dinner. Having just been looking for somewhere to put a pile of stuff that I need to sort it dawned on me that it is representative of me feeling I have no place in this house, family, world.
I could hazard a guess at why I feel like this but I just feel sad that I have felt it at this moment, even though I have probably always felt it.