More emotional than I thought a utensil shop would get me.

Another day of not-quite-managing-to-get-sorted. Achievement for the day is buying a kilo of Gourmet Noir coffee from the Algerian coffee place (they’re doing a special on it this month, and I wanted to get some more before the end of the month to maximise my savings. It really is yummy). Also, on the way home, stop off at the kitchen shop on The Cut: it’s their last day, forced out by landlords hiking the rent so that they can fit in another coffee shop chain. The shop is full of people being quietly upset and looking for utensils. I buy a wire draining rack and cutlery draining thing, a dayglo spatula, some polythene containers, a preserving jar and a baking tin. On the way out I spurt out something. More emotional than I thought a utensil shop would get me. The flat’s full of things I’ve bought there over the years. Very sad. Home, wash the new things, then cook. The drying rack is very good, we both think so.