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.

Arrival, left over from Sunday and lamp light.

1. Some new baby news lifts the morning. 2. For lunch there is ramen with leftover leeks and squash, shreds of pork and shards of deep orang...