Monday, May 31, 2004

White goods, sweet music and a first birthday.

1. I have been putting off cleaning out my fridge. I finally did it and afterwards felt good - it looks whiter inside; and it smells better; and opening the icebox doesn't cause an avalanche any more.

2. Jay trying patiently to teach me The Butcher's Boy on his penny whistle.

3. It was Tally's first birthday. His mother Laura read a poem that his father Andy had written when Tally was a few weeks old. It made her cry, and me too.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...