1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the mizzling clouds, but we had got up at 4am and were there observing the moment it came up, and that's what counts. 2. Food at The Junction Inn , Groombridge. All four lunchclub members were impressed by the quality -- although the portions were rather small. I had smoked eel with beetroot cream (Oli says that sounds like witch food, but it was delicious, and didn't taste of beetroot at all); Ed and Doug had wild mushroom risotto; and Johnny P got his face round a huge homemade burger. It had chips with it that were very good too -- I know this because I stole some. 3. Taking The Mother's homemade cakes to work. There were three -- one chocolate, one coffee and walnut and one lemon with homemade jam in the middle. There was a lot of stickiness in the office for most of the afternoon.
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A window cleaner hanging half way down the side of a building in his cage, having a break, looking at the view and smoking a fag. Fag smoke at 50ft seems picturesque somehow, or perhaps it was just his thoughtful demenour that made it so.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny how ordinary things become beautiful when done at a height.
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4. While eating the crisps discovering somebody put another pint at your other hand.
ReplyDeleteWas there someone sitting opposite you in the pub who glared every time you took a crisp?
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