Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Vanilla, let me out and the paper cutter.

1. When I have finished scraping seeds from a vanilla pod, I find a sweet black smear caught under my engagement ring.

2. PaulV is not really listening when I tell him when I'll be able to join him in the late afternoon sun on the common. I think he's that keen to not be at home, or anywhere near work.

3. Nick is trimming wedding invitations with my paper cutter. "This is a good piece of kit," he says as he swish-chicks his way through the pile of cards.