This is now when the next starts, this is this and that is that, but while I know that I am here with us I feel like I am them. I don't feel like an old song or like a new rhythm, and I don't feel like an ear worm, I feel like an ear ache.
And so soon we will be embarking on another cooking adventure, but it will be just the same as the last cooking adventure, surely I should be trying to make new and unusual adventures rather than repeating these. Is this called contentment, and why does this contentment annoy me so.