Sunday, March 23, 2008

Batten down the hatches, crackling and never start a fight in a Chinese restaurant.

1. There is a promise of bad weather -- Nick and I are delighted at the chance to hole up with a fleece blanket, a packet of hot cross buns, and some TV.

2. The lady in the butcher's van shares the secrets of pork crackling with us. I am glad I have picked up the habit of keeping a tiny notebook in my pocket.

3. A drunk kicks off in the Chinese restaurant where we are having dinner. But it's OK -- they have a ninja in the kitchen. What a stupid drunk -- everyone knows you shouldn't start fights in a Chinese restaurant.

Among the clouds, cobwebs and umbel.

1. I'm dipping in and out of foggy pockets. One moment, the world is grey and secretive between layers of mist; the next it's sunshi...