Thursday, March 10, 2011

Jam, shower in peace and cloves.

1. In the early morning, piling red jam on a piece of toast made with heavy bread.

2. My mother and Nick take Alec out for a walk. I have a shower -- without needing to sing Incy Wincy Spider to a certain small someone who has grown tired of batting the creatures dangling from his baby gym.

3. In a documentary about spices, Indonesian women in a clove cigarette factory work so quickly it looks as if the film is being played at high speed. Also, Nick learnt that mace is part of nutmeg (which I already knew).

Hoarders, flowers and technology.

1. In a low voice he reels off the names of the muscles where I have been hoarding all this tension. 2. He comes home with posies of flowers...