Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Dry goods, can't see and offspring.

1. Spotting a brick-sized packet of coffee on the desk of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, I volunteer for making drinks. As I result, I get to enjoy: the satisfaction of opening a vacuum pack and feeling the brick disintegrate into ground coffee; and the smell of new coffee.

2. Towards the end of the morning fog closes round the office. It turns a familiar landscape into a mysterious new world.

3. Men being broody over a visiting baby.

Watering cans, eating alone and settling down.

1. The grounding weight of my watering cans. 2. Our schedules mean that I eat supper alone in the peaceable, silent kitchen. 3. Now the chil...