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.

Mist, no charge and well met.

1. Mist the colour of skimmed milk fills the Spa valley, drains and then fills it again. Here, the sky is clear blue all the way to the top....