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.

Squat, missing knife and named.

1. Thinking as I hold a squat that I couldn't have done this six weeks ago. 2. The missing knife is found -- it was in the cake tin, rat...