1. The days are still short which is foul, but it means that my flat is full of sun from about 8am to around 3.30pm. And its angle is so low that the rainbows from my crystal get into all sorts of out of the way places.
2. I know it rarely heralds good news, but I can't help but like the particular crunk noise of a glass cracking when you hit it really gently while washing up. It reminds me of what a miraculous substance glass is. Why is it see-through? Why doesn't it fly apart more often?
3. Reading a book in one sitting - in this case Tanith Lee's East of Midnight.
Rainwater, heave and tiramisu.
1. The softness of rainwater -- unthinking I lather my hands with the usual amount of soap, and then find I can't rinse it off. 2. I div...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...