Thursday, February 12, 2009

Job done, mud on my shoes and to the cinema.

1. Putting a completed page proof in the tray.

2. Coming back to the office with muddy shoes after a lunchtime walk.

3. Anna whisks me off after work to see the wonderful Babette's Feast, a tale of redemption told in wintery colours and beautiful food.
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