Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Bare hands, traffic and cake.

1. For the first time this year, I'm not wearing gloves outside. Holding Nick's naked hand is strange and new.

2. The traffic is backed up in both directions past work, and all the way into town. I like the feeling of knowing something somewhere is up, but not knowing quite what.

3. Nick reports that the cricket commentators on Five Live are happy because someone brought them in a cake.
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Wet Sunday, resting and re-do.

1. We wake to the sound of heavy rain -- just right for a simple Sunday. 2. I put my dough in a bowl to rest, and take a quiet half-hour mys...

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    1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
  • Midsummer, feeding and cakes.
    1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
  • As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.
    1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...