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We keep the tortoise in the fridge through the winter.
We buy our shopping from the corner shop on the way
home from work, as and when we need it. We dry our
washing on radiators. We pick chillies from the medusa chilli
plant on the kitchen windowsill. We listen to the same CD
over and over for days, weeks at a time. We eat chilli most
nights. We take it in turns to wash up. We talk a fair bit
with the curtains closed. We talk about your ex lovers.
We talk about chelonian hibernation and substrates.
We sometimes talk about sphagnum moss. We check the
tortoise, although we don’t really know what it is we are
checking. You put an extra blanket on our bed. We sleep.
From Matter No 9 (2009)