Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Bacon, pennies from heaven and the moon.

1. A sandwich of crispy smoked bacon for breakfast.

2. Getting the call that says there is some gainful employment waiting for me, should I wish to take it -- which I do, because I'm taking Nick away for a weekend in April and I want to spoil him a little.

3. The wind pulls the clouds open for a moment and the a sliver of moon appears. I had seen it in a clear sky the night before, paired with a faint outline of its dark side.

At the gate, invitation and beetroots.

1. I find yet more recycling and squinting in the drizzle, go down to the gate to put it out. Our neighbour is at her gate and we grumble ge...