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.

Gale, fallen and ready for school.

1. The wind is thumping the rain against the house, but we don't have to go anywhere today.  2. In the park after supper I pick up a han...