Wednesday, March 04, 2009

An entrance, bathing and can't come in.

1. The rattle-click chord of Nick's key in the lock.

2. Stretching out full length in a warm bath and rubbing the soap out of my hair.

3. As we put the house and ourselves to bed, the wind in a temper throws itself against the windows.


  1. Wasn't the wind magnificient last night? A full orchestra.

  2. There was one nasty moment when the TV was the colour of a TV tuned to a dead channel, and I worried the aerial had gone sailing off into next door's garden, but thankfully BBC2 soon restored itself.


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