A Telephone for a Table

War teaches us to measure mornings in sirens and cities in shelters. This week, an old table reminded me that survival also requires gathering together.

Hi, you may have noticed that I failed to appear in your inbox this morning.

Kyiv had several Russian rockets to receive, an appointment nobody had put in the diary, so I welcomed them in the traditional manner, with a cup of tea and a considerable amount of shock.

Once the city had settled, I returned to my Monday architectural work and used the pauses …