Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Comfort food, cress and time to stop.

1. Passing round a box of muffins at work. Cake is popping up on desks all around. The sugar boosts morale.

2. Cutting desk cress to go in my sandwich.

3. My work for the evening is done, and I curl up on the sofa next to Nick, who smells faintly of bubble bath.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...