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.'

Squat, missing knife and named.

1. Thinking as I hold a squat that I couldn't have done this six weeks ago. 2. The missing knife is found -- it was in the cake tin, rat...