Thursday, May 20, 2004

The see-through pub, keeping up the conversation and an ash tree.

1. Passing the Compasses pub and seeing straight through it because both the front and back doors were open.

2. A friend telling me I'd been very contemplative lately, and that he hoped the old "chatty Clare" would be back soon. That made me realise I missed her too, so I tried my best to be talky, and sure enough, she sidled over and slipped into the conversation.

3. Street light shining through an ash tree in full May leaf.

Morning, errands and entertainment.

1. I murmur an acknowledging greeting to a passing bin man. He is a well brought-up African and replies with eye contact and a warm 'Goo...