Saturday, February 14, 2009

Hurry up, can't get there and a tin.

1. I pick up some cut and come again salad seeds to help spring come sooner.

2. I walk home the long way to give myself some space at the end of a busy week. There is a church that I see every morning, but I can't work out where it is. I set off towards it, but find myself walking away from it. I can see the bank on which it stands through the gaps in the houses, but no side road leads towards it. I start to wonder if it is inaccessible and that no-one has noticed.

3. I'm too tired to cook. Beans on toast.

1 comment:

  1. Your 'church' anecdote has all the makings of a good short story... it certainly has a touch of Lovecraft about it ;-)

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