Sunday, May 01, 2005

Hyacinthoides, the stranger and natter.

1. The smell of bluebells. Katie bought me a bunch from her parents' woods. They smell like hyacinths but less vulgar and overbearing.

2. Going out with a crowd of people you don't know very well because you don't have to worry about their personal problems.

3. When people (i.e., Katie) turn up for a cup of tea at half past ten at night.

Right paper, bin night and correspondence.

1. I have just the right paper -- tiny Japanese pages, not much larger than business cards, printed with wisteria in full bloom. 2. Bin nigh...