Thursday, July 22, 2004

It's gone, yay and spuds.

1. Small boy chasing crickets in the long grass under Wellington Rocks.

2. Sitting in my flat at 6.05pm and - even after six months - rejoicing at not being stuck on the train back from work in London.

3. Rob turning up at ten to midnight with a bag of potatoes from his allotment.

Glossy pictures, buds and sci fi.

1. Flipping through my library book to check the glossy picture section in the middle. 2. I bend right down and check the green spikes so I ...