Saturday, June 28, 2008

Substitute, massage and it keeps us going.

1. Baking savoury muffins because we've run out of bread for breakfast.

2. Dana gives me a head massage in exchange for writing advice.

3. 'How're you doing?' a man asks his friend who works at the chippie. 'I'm all right. That guy just made my evening.' He gestures to a chatty and slightly odd drunk with a babyish face and a cloud of curly hair. He is now waiting for a taxi -- that he made the chip shop call for him -- on the corner outside with his open chips.

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