Thursday, May 11, 2006

Euargh, street flowers and back to the moon.

1. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named making me jump twice in one day -- once by sneaking up behind me with his bike horn when I was engrossed in my sewing; and once by hiding behind the kitchen door. Our boss once said that when he can hear me telling He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named off, he knows we haven't fallen out.

2. A street overhung by banks of bright pink rhododendrons at the top of a sloping wall.

3. The reflection of the full moon in a pond.

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...