1. We get up early to watch the half marathon runners go by. They're on the last two miles. Some of them look as if they're out for a stroll; others are running on determination alone. We see vest numbers in high 1,000s, and guess at numbers that way. It's fascinating to see all the different styles of running -- feet out this way, arms out that way. Head high, head forward. Eyes ahead or drawn to our clapping.
2. Nick's mother sends him back with a small pile of lacy handkerchiefs -- surplus her requirements, but not to mine.
3. I am called back from storyland by a plate with some biscuits on it.
Rainwater, heave and tiramisu.
1. The softness of rainwater -- unthinking I lather my hands with the usual amount of soap, and then find I can't rinse it off. 2. I div...
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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...
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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...
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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...