Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Somewhere to put things, all the way home and just what I wanted.

1. My new trousers have massive pockets -- so big that I keep losing my handkerchief.

2. It is raining hard at home time and so Oli drives me to my front door.

3. When a book falls open on a poem that's been chasing round your head -- in this case, Ogden Nash's The Adventures of Isabel.

Sparrows, sourdough and hoard.

1. Fluttering on the edge of vision -- a few little brown sparrows touch down in the garden, and then take off again. 2. We suddenly remembe...