Thursday, February 14, 2008

New year, another fine mess and secret garden.

1. I walk through Soho and red lanterns bob overhead.

2. Overheard conversation: 'All I wanted was a c***ing sandwich and you've f***ed it up again.'

3. Nick takes me down narrow alleys and ancient streets to a secret city garden hidden away behind Oxford Street.

Jar, soap and end of a slog.

1. For now, we're a household with a jar of home made chocolate chip cookies. 2. For the bathroom, a new bar of Marseilles soap with the...