Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Song, aubergines and back-up.

1. Crash! Whirr! Clatter! Thud! Vroooo! It's 5.30 in the morning. I have just been woken from an elegant dream of flowers and cake by a delivery to the shop across the street. Who the hell do these people think they... Then I hear the birds twittering. Imagine living in the centre of town and being able to enjoy the dawn chorus.

2. Grilled aubergines.

3. The sense of smug security you get from backing up your documents.

Slow worm, peacock butterfly and striations.

1. A slow worm backs into his burrow, his mild resentful gaze holding ours. 2. Peacock butterfly -- Persian rug colours -- rests open in the...