Thursday, January 02, 2014

Dozing, draught and lavender.

1. After lunch, while the rain lashes down outside and the wind thrashes at the walls Alec and I doze in bed.

2. To my astonishment the draught is so strong that it sucks one of Alec's balloons up the chimney.

3. At bathtime, the smell of lavender oil lingering in the hall.

Shut in, three quick strokes and event.

1. I'm with the glossy white-haired ladies in hot pink and emerald green and china blue linen waiting for the department store to open i...