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1. Walking in the woods on a sunny morning when the grass is still silver-grey with dew.
2. I dig in for the afternoon with a recorded episode of the new Miss Marple on ITV2. It's a lavish production with lots of details to enjoy: art deco offices; a detective longing for a chocolate as the suspect pops them one by one into her perfectly lipsticked mouth; splendid winter landscapes; bright red lipsticks; a maid's bedroom decorated with film posters. It makes me feel jealous of TV writers: they are allowed to show layers and layers in a way that just isn't allowed in prose fiction.
3. I like preparing a squash because the hard peel comes off in laquered strips.
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 ...
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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. Oli has written a poem describing how Tunbridge Wells makes him veer between wanting to fall in love and wanting to shoot people. Which i...
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1. The cottage across the carpark is covered in scaffolding. Now that the roofers have gone home, the family has climbed up to see the view ...