Saturday, October 25, 2008

Advert, potato and a sound.

1. In a street I have passed many times, I spot a worn painted advert on the side of a Victorian house.

2. A baked potato with butter melting into it.

3. The sound of water dripping from the just-used shower on to the curtain makes me think of being covered with kisses.

Straight back in, persimmons and squabble.

1. In the small hours, I finish the e-book I've borrowed from the library and change it for the next one in the series. 2. We finish the...