Off the boil

What works at nine at night. Sort of.

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By six, my head is a kettle. Not angry. Just loud.

I used to read at this hour. Now I read the same line four times, and it’s suddenly twenty past ten.

So: phone in the kitchen, and a grid. It only needs my hands. Twenty minutes and the lid stops rattling. I’ve stopped asking why.

Mrs. Right says it’s because I finally sat down. Annoyingly, she might be right.

What takes your head off the boil?

Mrs. Why

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