Wednesday, November 05, 2008

The holes, a colleague and wonderful man.

1. Butter drips through the holes in my crumpet.

2. Debbie buys my lunch because I've forgotten my purse.

3. I come home to a hug; and 'My poor darling and her distraught early morning phone call'; and my summer shoes, the mould cleaned off, lined up under the bedroom heater.

Succession, fizzy water and sofa.

1. Her tomato plants are finished, but a vine with tiny spiked cucumbers reaches over the path. 2. I hadn't realised how thirsty I was u...