Monday, April 11, 2005

Race, tan and The Doctor.

1. The way dogs racing after a ball or each other or just running for sheer joy at being let off the lead tuck their legs right under themselves and for a moment seem to hang in the air.

2. Coming home and realising that you've caught the sun a little.

3. Dr Who, because you never quite know what sort of story will be presented - last week it was a sci-fi murder mystery. This week it was a tale of Victorian-zombie-spiritualism.

Morning, errands and entertainment.

1. I murmur an acknowledging greeting to a passing bin man. He is a well brought-up African and replies with eye contact and a warm 'Goo...