Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Spam, nuns and wet flakes.

1. My email comes with ads suggested by the content of my messages -- I'm sure my privacy is being invaded somehow, but what's a girl to do? Anyway, while I'm casting an eye over my spam basket, I note that the ads are all for spam recipes. They lead back to this page. Spam primavera anyone? Or, or, Tyrospamites? They sound like boys in the cavalcade of a decadent eastern ruler.

2. Watching a Technicolor film about nuns -- The Black Narcissus -- being seduced by a Himalayan landscape.

3. In the dark it is hard to tell if the wet white flakes blatting on the windscreen are sleet or cherry blossom.

Watering cans, eating alone and settling down.

1. The grounding weight of my watering cans. 2. Our schedules mean that I eat supper alone in the peaceable, silent kitchen. 3. Now the chil...