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.

At the gate, invitation and beetroots.

1. I find yet more recycling and squinting in the drizzle, go down to the gate to put it out. Our neighbour is at her gate and we grumble ge...