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.

Book cupboard, haws and dinner.

1. My walk over the park takes me past a blue cupboard full of books, free for anyone to take. 2. This year the hawthorn boughs are bent, we...