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.

Cash, work and sofa.

1. Our bank has given every customer £100, which is a pleasant thing to find in our accounts. 2. This edit of a sweet romantic novel is flyi...