1. Passing a garden gate, I see one of my favourite bloggers at work. We chat about 3BTing, and Joe speaks in praise of the notebook as an antidote to that uncomfortable feeling I get at about 3pm when I realise that I have missed something wonderful off the day's entry.
2. Clean pink roses pushing over a garden wall look like children's faces crammed against a classroom window to see an excitement outside. I imagine their teacher and the gardener both trying to persuade them to turn their attention back in.
3. There's no-one at home to tell me not to open my birthday cards before the actual day -- present have to wait, of course. And later, Nick brings the tea tray in with a few more cards.
