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.

Bee, green beans and movie night.

1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...