Monday, July 25, 2011

Stitches, weeding and the good point.

1. On the Oxfam stall, I am leafing through a book about 19th century embroidery techniques, and thinking "I bet I could do that, too" about some cutwork on muslin, when Nick asks if I would like it. I think for a moment and realise that I would, very much.

2. The man at the bottom of the terrace is weeding his garden path. The damp red bricks smell of turned earth.

3. I ask Nick what he liked about today: "When I bought you a book and you kissed me."

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