Tuesday, April 08, 2008

After the snow, leg of pork and painting.

I will be away for the next few days.

1. I hurry to work across the common and clots of snow splat to the ground as the sun warms the world. The new green gold birch leaves have already shaken themselves free, but the limp fingers on the horse chestnut tree are still covered in snow.

2. For lunch, Nick has scrumpy pork hock, which is a huge piece of bone covered in tender, sticky meat. It has sunk into a bed of mash and sunshine yellow sweetcorn.

3. Painting my nails. I enjoy the ritual of filing and polishing my nails; and I like choosing the colour, which I put on in three long sweeps.