Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Genetics, story and post.

1. A little girl with blonde hair and jaggy front teeth that she hadn't quite grown into. She was eating a bag of Doritos and had a little handbag strung elegantly on her wrist as if she was the sort of person who addressed everyone as 'Darhling'. Her mother and two brothers were extraordinarily plain, scabby and glum-looking.

2. When your convictions about the future plot of a soap are shown to be spot on.

3. A big pile of stuffed, addressed envelopes.

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...