Thursday, September 23, 2004

Tall trees, 20:20 and pudding.

1. As I turn to go downstairs each morning, I look out of a window on the landing that faces an enormous bricky church. Its 40ft chimney stack has a little green birch tree growing on it.

2. I got my glasses corrected and everything is clearer and more colourful. It's like being on drugs.

3. Eating tiramisu really, really slowly.

Waiting in the library, ice and dirty colours.

1. I have to wait in the library for a few minutes and find myself flittering among the shelves snapping pics of books that I might like to ...