The racket coming from the kitchen told me Benjamin was already awake and hungry. I’d hoped that after months of travelling he’d be quite competent at making his own breakfast but, typical man, he’d settled into the role of recuperating patient very nicely. As such, when I walked into the kitchen and was handed a steaming mug of tea I almost fainted wit…
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