Friday, February 18, 2005

Reader, march and grill.

1. Being told off by Chris downstairs for not blogging fast enough.

2. Two little girls reading as they followed their mother down the colonade in front of our Greek temple-style branch of Habitat.

3. Pushing bits of garlic and rosemary into lamb steaks so that the flavours infuse the meat while it cooks.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...