Friday, May 05, 2006

Fifty springs are little room, augury and innocence.

1. Walking down a footpath while the white petals of wild cherry blossom fell all around me.

2. The swallows are back and I heard my first cuckoo. Summer is coming in.

3. A child's mountain bike lying on its side, right in the way, outside the newsagents.

Cistern, club and go.

1. We've got water of some kind -- the sound of the loo cistern filling is pretty good to hear this morning. 2. Susan has invited to us ...