Sunday, July 08, 2007

Two languages, limes and laughter.

Thanks to Christine over at Really Bad Cleveland Accent for a pretty compliment.

1. A little girl being carried by her father asks a question. He says: 'I don't know. Ask Mum.' He puts her down, and she runs back along the path, shouting her question in Spanish.

2. The smell of limes being cut up for dubious cocktails.

3. Sitting round a kitchen table drinking dubious cocktails and laughing until my stomach aches and I can't catch my breath.

Done, moon and Irish fairy tales.

1. A meeting that is over by 9.30am. 2. A big full moon is stuck on next door's chimney pots. 3. By my bed is a large and comforting boo...