Wednesday, November 05, 2008

The holes, a colleague and wonderful man.

1. Butter drips through the holes in my crumpet.

2. Debbie buys my lunch because I've forgotten my purse.

3. I come home to a hug; and 'My poor darling and her distraught early morning phone call'; and my summer shoes, the mould cleaned off, lined up under the bedroom heater.

Lifting the dust, tape and stitch.

1. The vacuum cleaner lifts the dust and shines the surface of the floor. 2. The tacky circular sound that happens when I peel off a generou...