Monday, October 26, 2009

Just a shower, time out and five o'clock whistle.

1. I'm pegging out the day's third load of washing, and I can feel dots of rain. I take the sheets in (they're nearly dry). As I come round the corner of the house, I see that the sun is shining out in the street: green gold light hatched with shining lines of rain. It won't be a long shower.

2. It's so quiet: I have the flat to myself for the afternoon and evening because Nick has gone out.

3. It's half past ten, and I'm still working. I hear crunch-crunch-crunch on the gravel outside and that means I can stop.

2 comments:

  1. Did he go to the game? I'm not a fan, but my stepdad is ravenous and the Patriots are my hometown team. I did flick on the TV for a bit to watch.

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  2. Your stepdad will have been happy then, as New England despatched Tampa with professional efficiency. As a contest it didn't amount to much, but as a spectacle it was an good evening out.

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