Friday, August 13, 2010

Parcels, work and a foodshop.

1. I have been fretting all day about whether they will deliver our bookshelves down our narrow cobbled street. "It's not very friendly for a lorry," says the delivery man, as he wheels the boxes down from the corner.

2. Getting words down, one by one, until the article is finished. There is a time for everything.

3. Louise, Charlotte and I go shopping for this weekend's trip. We slip childish (and more grown-up) treats in among the camping supplies. This is about pleasure, not budgeting and good nutrition.

Cheese holes, eerie and back at the table.

1. My nephew likes cheese, but only the holes, which I carefully snip out with kitchen scissors. 2. I feel a little bit sorry for the comput...