1. The taste of fresh parsley.
2. It stopped raining for an hour towards the end of the morning. All was still outside, except the smoke from the hospital incinerator, because the wind was too little to move the water heavy leaves.
3. I went round Fenwicks looking for new handcream. All the different ranges - Crabtree and Evelyn Jojoba, Summer Hill and Nantucket Briar; Roger et Gallet's sandal wood; Bronnley White Iris and English Fern - remind me of friends and relatives and all the years of my life.
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...
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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...