Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Sawdust, ghosts and a supper.

1. I wake up to the new bookshelves' smell of sawdust.

2. The breadmaker is going. The floury ghosts of measuring spoons are laid out on the worktop.



3. Green runner beans and parsley in red tomato mince.

Tea, words and supper.

1. The hot cup of tea waiting for me on the breakfast table. 2. My words aren't coming easily today, and I can't feel confident abou...