Thursday, December 23, 2010

Good neighbour, melting and mince pies.

1. An early-morning scraping noise turns out to be a man with a barrow shovelling grit on our road.

2. Nick goes to the front gate. "I can hear the thaw." He says it's a tick-ticking sound.

3. A dozen mince pies (made by a husband) cooling on the side.

Waiting in the library, ice and dirty colours.

1. I have to wait in the library for a few minutes and find myself flittering among the shelves snapping pics of books that I might like to ...