Friday, August 28, 2009

Chin up, soup and broken bell.

I'm loving Anke's series on Tunbridge Wells at War. This entry in particular is wonderful. It's about the astonishing funds raised for the war effort.

1. "You're not letting it get to you, are you," the job centre officer asks. "Remember it's not personal."

2. I like a squashy ripe tomato chopped up and dropped into my soup towards the end of cooking.

3. The broken bell clonk of an empty milk bottle being put on the doorstep.

Rainwater, heave and tiramisu.

1. The softness of rainwater -- unthinking I lather my hands with the usual amount of soap, and then find I can't rinse it off. 2. I div...