Friday, December 23, 2005

No. 7, taking to my heels and how we laughed.

1. The smell of No. 7 lippy, because it makes me feel as if I look beautiful.

2. The extra height from high heels.

3. Laughing at the poem Chris wrote to mark his leaving the company until my eye-makeup was quite ruined.

Squashes, garden and finale.

1. We've enjoyed our box of squashes -- large and small, globes, oblates, onions and ribbed, and all the colours between lantern orange ...