Friday, July 09, 2004

Privet, pips and butter.

1. Being puzzled because the hayfevery, sickly, loo-cleanerish smell of privet flowers makes me feel vaguely happy, then remembering the reason why.

2. The BBC pips.

3. The taste of butter when you haven't had it for ages and ages.
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Good time, after rain and far future.

1. I glance up at Toggl, which I use to track my work, and find that I've made good time writing my bridge news. 2. The steady rain give...

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