Tuesday, January 22, 2008

At home, it's not like that and ouch.

1. I go down to Cafe Divine for some scribbling time and discover that it's rather like sitting in a warm, homey kitchen. People pop in and out returning mugs and swapping news.

2. Twelve years after leaving school, I am still amazed at how, in the real world, no-one shouts at you for being late. They just want you to get to your seat with as little disruption as possible.

3. Katie presses down on my spine to unclick it. It makes me squeak, but I feel much better afterwards.

Path, stars and wisteria.

1. The Common has dried out a lot since I was last out. There is a dusty path beaten smooth across the spot that is still rutted and ridged ...