Friday, June 06, 2008

Red on bread, halva and dark path.

1. Putting squishy sliced tomatoes from last night's salad into my sandwich.

2. Cutting a slice of sesame halva -- I love the flaky crystalised texture.

3. Now that everything is in full leaf, the Common paths are dark and cool and secretive -- a relief from the bright look-at-me look-at-me street.

Morning, errands and entertainment.

1. I murmur an acknowledging greeting to a passing bin man. He is a well brought-up African and replies with eye contact and a warm 'Goo...