Thursday, September 25, 2008

Wet woods, hall light and a picture.

1. The rain and the work clear up, so at lunch time we take a walk in the woods to see mist, puff balls, rosehips and rain-fat blackberries.

2. As I fumble with my keys to open the door, the hall light goes on.

3. I chat on the phone to Alan about unpacking the last couple of boxes. He fills in the details, a word-picture of Nick opening a box, recoiling in horror and turning on his heel, coat tails flying.

Teeth, going out and smallish town.

1.  A nice chatty gossip with the hygienist who is, it turns out, a mum from the children's primary school. I see the dentist straight a...