Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Grinding, lost time and woolies.

1. Grinding allspice berries in a mortar and pestle.

2. I put the supper in at 4pm and go back to my writing. The next time I look up, it's 6.20pm; Katie will be back any minute and I really should have put the rice on fifteen minutes ago.

3. A large box full of balls of bright wool -- it's hard to explain what I like about this. I think it's the combination of colours, warmth and squdginess.