1. The sky is Tupperware white, but look carefully: there is a layer of mackerel sky below the flat white ceiling.
2. The road is misty Sunday-morning quiet. A cyclist passes me. He's singing in a reedy voice about angels.
3. I'm a bit rubbish with money -- I feel terrible when I spend, and yet always seem to end up with less money than I should have at the end of the month.
When Nick says: "I always give myself a set amount to spend. Once it's gone, that's it", I grumble about it not working for me. However, since one of things I really admire about Nick is his head for finance, I take his advice and go to the stitching show with the money that I could afford to spend in my pocket. Strangely, it exactly covered what I wanted to buy.
As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.
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