Friday, June 08, 2007

Spatter, sweet things and Wales.

1. A few spots of rain land on the pages of my book.

2. My mother rings to tell me about the puddings she has planned for my birthday. 'Strawberries and cream, pavlova, Eton mess, chocolate hazelnut torte, cheesecake...' I haven't had my supper yet and I start to feel light-headed.

3. Hearing a Welsh accent on the radio.

Coffee, just passing and flowers on the bank.

1. Unexpectedly, a chance for a coffee and a gossip. Our slower times have converged again. 2. I make a short (and rapid so I'm not noti...