Sunday, August 02, 2009

Change, tidying and finding my jacket.

1. The yellow plums have turned rich amber-red.

2. We race round tidying the flat for a viewing, and feel very pleased at all the space we now have.

3. I drop my jacket somewhere on our travels round town. We re-trace our steps, asking in shop after shop, and finally find it hanging on a railing close to home.

Reset, company and jazzies.

1. After the morning rush, I settle in with a book, aiming for a quick reset. 2. My son comes looking for a chat and some reassurance. Then ...