Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Second chance, batteries and new coat.

1. The starling flies off, leaving his worm -- I wonder if it will make good its escape.

2. "I'll take those, too" says the tip attendant. I drop spent batteries into his hands.

3. I've never had a spring-autumn coat before. I wish away the weeks feeling unstylish in a bulky fleece or chilled as I pull a cotton cardigan around me. Today I buy a navy blue mac with a neat belt and a double columns of large-faced buttons.

At the gate, invitation and beetroots.

1. I find yet more recycling and squinting in the drizzle, go down to the gate to put it out. Our neighbour is at her gate and we grumble ge...