At your convenience.

I am standing at the kitchen bench barefoot, making the children something to eat.

As I cut the crusts off a piece of toast, to Theo’s prescription, I drop them on the floor for the dog.

‘That was surprising!’ Theo notes of the commotion that ensures; flat-faced-cat trying to lick buttered edges before they are inhaled by an ever available Dachshund shaped garbage disposal.

I hand Theo a piece of toast. Buttered with hummus. Crusts, as mentioned, removed.

‘And a top piece?’ he asks of me. ‘It’s convenient that way’.

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