noise-cancelling headphones, and a box of cleaning products found in our storage unit, full of all the things that had disappeared from supermarkets.That night, my husband and I ate dinner together in our new kitchen for the first time, grateful to finally have running water and a hob, and ate slices of a glorious flourless chocolate cake from our local bakery, which would soon close its doors.This year was much the same – dinner at home, just the two of us – but without the fear.
Still, while it feels pathetic to say it, when there are far bigger things to mourn, I felt a pang of gloom when I realised it would be my second lockdown birthday.For many, celebrating a birthday as an adult feels somewhat ridiculous.
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