Thursday, July 22, 2004

It's gone, yay and spuds.

1. Small boy chasing crickets in the long grass under Wellington Rocks.

2. Sitting in my flat at 6.05pm and - even after six months - rejoicing at not being stuck on the train back from work in London.

3. Rob turning up at ten to midnight with a bag of potatoes from his allotment.

Meal deal, caves and macaroni cheese.

1. We could have packed our own sandwiches -- but instead, we opt for a supermarket meal deal, and let someone else do the work. 2. On the w...