Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Park life, secret package and my notebook.

1. Sitting in the park on a warm evening after work enjoying a bit of quality time with my notebook.

2. Getting an exciting birthday present parcel from my American friend Rich.

3. My notebook - it has a Jordi Labanda illustration on the front. It's spiral bound so I can fold it back on itself, and the paper is punched so if I felt like it, I could tear pages out and file them. It also has a cunning tear strip down the side so you can rip off the scruffy spiral binding holes.
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