Thursday, February 17, 2005

Maggotpies, ring and stories.

1. Magpies sitting in the top of a birch tree.

2. On my way to work, my phone rings. As I have just passed Rob's work, I am guessing he's calling to say he can see me.

3. In the pub, Rob tries to tell us a story but is interrupted with bawdy comments. 'This is what it must have been like for bards. No wonder they all went off travelling - it was to get away from their bloody friends.'

Going away, sweet peas and calls.

1. Waving off the last of our sleepover guests. Now we are free to be tired and grumpy. 2. A bunch of sweet peas -- bright stained glass col...