Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Yellow tassles, waves and laundry.

1. Walking under a laburnum tree and looking up into the bright yellow flowers.

2. Standing on the balcony and seeing a friend walking into our street.

3. The smell of washing that has just come out of the machine.

Novel, coming back and ready for December.

1. In the early hours, I'm awake, all alone -- but I've got a new novel on my library app: a fenland gothic Saxon mystery called Mer...