Defrosting; carrying slabs of ice from a freezer to the sink, where they stand stacked like flat icebergs slowly melting, and I wonder whose breath is captured here and frozen, from everytime we leant in to find chips and ice-cream and random bags of unlabelled stews which turned out to not be beetroot or curry but rhubarb. So a giant crumble sits in the oven and I wonder who passed through our house and breathed into our freezer.
