Friday, June 22, 2012

Parcel, any minute and sherry.

1. The postman puts a parcel into my hands and asks me to take in a packet for our neighbours.

2. "Well," he says when I ask, "It's supposed to be any minute now. Look, if you press this, it'll tell you." He fiddles with the bus stop's touch screen. "The bus is at the stop," says a choppy computer voice. We both laugh. We are both pleased -- and relieved -- when it really does arrive a few minutes later.

3. To pour some sherry into the mince I am cooking for tomorrow. And then to add a bit more.

Thanks for the birthday wishes, folks -- really appreciate them.