Friday, June 15, 2012

Pointing, keyboard and fennel.

1. Alec goes to the loo on the floor, which is not in itself beautiful -- but what I did like very much was him telling me: "Poo, poo" and pointing out the location of each... er... piece.

2. It's very satisfying, isn't it, to clean out the fluff and crumbs in your keyboard.

3. In passing, to run my fingers through the soft top fronds of a fennel plant.

Done, moon and Irish fairy tales.

1. A meeting that is over by 9.30am. 2. A big full moon is stuck on next door's chimney pots. 3. By my bed is a large and comforting boo...