Saturday, January 12, 2008

Job well done, small feet and strange time.

1. Looking back over good work done the previous day.

2. Tickling Dee-Dee's fat little baby feet and making her smile.

3. Walking just after sunset, when things seem indistinct and changeable and almost anything might happen.


  1. what good work? I thought you'd given up your job?!?!

  2. Sorry Anonymous, perhaps I should have explained better that I quit my job for three months in order to concentrate on my writing -- which I have always considered 'work'.


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