Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Breaking in, writing talk and ironing.

A new post is up at 12 Old Masters.

1. Feeling as if I'm winning the fight with a pair of new shoes.

2. Sitting in a sunny cafe drinking white wine with a Tunbridge Wells writer.

3. The colours in my dress become brighter when I'm ironing it.
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