Tuesday, June 29, 2004

After dinner, coneys and lime blossom.

1. Coming out into cool evening air from a flat full of cooking

2. The orange fur on the back of a rabbit's neck.

3. The smell of lime trees in bloom. The scent appears and disappears from pace to pace. At first, I thought I must have imagined it.

Owing to popular demand, I would like to make special mention of the new picture in Fenella's hallway. A gift from her gentleman friend, Andrew, it shows four strawberries tastefully arranged in the form of affectionate dogs.

News, white chocolate and Venice.

1. Instead of the horrible news on my phone, I have a new Fortean Times to read at breakfast. 2. I'm thinking there is no chance we...