Monday, July 04, 2005

I can hear music, comfort and advice.

1. Walking home from a party as the sun comes up, I hear chill-out music coming from an open-windowed flat in the High Street. I sit on the kerb for a moment listening.

2. I have a hangover. James brings grapes and a Katie Melua CD.

3. PaulV loving me enough to tell me off when I've been bad.

Going away, sweet peas and calls.

1. Waving off the last of our sleepover guests. Now we are free to be tired and grumpy. 2. A bunch of sweet peas -- bright stained glass col...