1. They have for sale an antique thermometer; a blob of mercury the size of my little fingertip contained in a glass bulb. I move it gently to see the not-of-this-world quicksilver re-arrange itself. I put it back (with some regret) as I'd rather not have the responsibility of a toxic metal in the house.
2. A little girl in pink marches towards us. She's not even hip-high yet, but she knows the words to Mama Mia well enough to belt them out in time to her steps.
3. At the market, the lady who sells the meatballs and the herrings and the red cabbage salad wears a yellow and blue Swedish dress.
Consolation, Effra and icing.
1. I flee Tunbridge Wells and its water woes for a day of wandering London with my aunt. A bit of Turner, a bit of Constable and some miscel...
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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...