Thursday, September 12, 2024

Fifty-minute wait, autumn at the greengrocer and timed just right.

1. A coffee, a brownie and a structural edit loaded on to my Kindle.

2. Passing a greengrocer. Victoria plums AND Kentish cobnuts.

3. We come to the station just as my mother's train pulls in.

Rainwater, heave and tiramisu.

1. The softness of rainwater -- unthinking I lather my hands with the usual amount of soap, and then find I can't rinse it off. 2. I div...