Thursday, February 15, 2007

Office hours, lamb bone and talk.


1. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named's new PG chimp. It is knitted in grey-green cotton and stuffed with beans. Being quite weighty, it adds a frisson of danger to the whale game (an office amusement in which soft toys are thrown into the ceiling fan causing howls of laugher when they fly off in unpredictable directions. Further points are awarded if the boss comes in).

2. The sound of lamb stock boiling on the stove.

3. The sound of Katie and Lou chatting in the living room.
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Wet Sunday, resting and re-do.

1. We wake to the sound of heavy rain -- just right for a simple Sunday. 2. I put my dough in a bowl to rest, and take a quiet half-hour mys...

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