Monday, July 28, 2008

Pressing, passing and puzzles.

1. The smell of ironing and the deep, damp sigh of an iron letting off steam.
2. I used to babysit for my parents' neighbours. The girl who used to claim endless bedtime stories by refusing to let me finish a book today walks up the road with a dog, a horse bucket and a boyfriend.
3. We all lie in bed with the mother doing puzzles. Everyone wants to be first with the answer.