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.

Not forever, mauve skin and at sunset.

1. I'm having a busy few days as I work towards some deadlines, but I know it won't be forever, and I've got lots to look forwar...