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.
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.