Friday, December 23, 2005

No. 7, taking to my heels and how we laughed.

1. The smell of No. 7 lippy, because it makes me feel as if I look beautiful.

2. The extra height from high heels.

3. Laughing at the poem Chris wrote to mark his leaving the company until my eye-makeup was quite ruined.

Heavy weather, play and grace.

1. The cosy sound of bad weather thrashing and beating the walls. 2. I've got time and space and bandwidth to play with the layout of my...