Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Hanging, new notebooks and the snow is still fresh.

1. Icicles (some bowed, some double-tipped) are arrayed like exotic weapons.

2. I buy two new shorthand notebooks -- a very cheap pleasure at 98p.

3. Even after six days, the snow on our road still says "crump crump crump" as I walk across it.

Blue bath, in between and tomorrow's weather.

1. I float in a bath the colour of the deep sea listening to the instructions for a blue-themed writing workshop. 2. Just as  Traitors  gets...