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.

Follow Her, no birds and Burns Night.

1. I am intrigued by an article in The Guardian  about psychic phone lines, and then by the author's upcoming thriller about a toxic lif...