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.

Steaming, cold and drawn away.

1. After a night of long rain, the common gently steams. 2. The air seems very cold on my skin after the run of heatwave days; but walking a...