Sunday, July 26, 2009

Book, bubbles and sofa.

1. I am kicked out of bed for being wriggly, and decide that what I really want to do in the quiet hours before Nick wakes up is not write blog, diary or story, but finish The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society because love is clearly in the air, but so far, none of the characters have realised.

2. The last piece of bath fizzer drags a tail of tiny bubbles through the foam on the surface of the water.

3. I like to sit on the old long sofa from old flat and talk with Katie until my problems are unravelled.