Look, the rain is coming down sideways now.
It’s breakfast time on the low wooden coffee table, where there’s a tatami style windowsill seating, without the tatami but with two circular thin cushions.
I’m poking at the soft milky egg whites into the creamy yolk, stacking the salty prosciutto onto crisp watery cucumber slices and stuffing them in mouth at once. We’ve had this same breakfast yesterday too.
In background, plays the preliminary hearing.