Friday, September 10, 2010

Nattering, in the sun and stained glass.

1. After yoga, the mums-to-be talk. It's not just me.

2. September lunch in the garden: jumper on, jumper off, jumper on, jumper off.

3. The light  passes through the cherries baked into my biscuits and marks red splots on the worksurface.

Castle Street, fan and melting.

1. I am staring at the meal deals in the minimarket when I realise that what I really want here is a coffee and a sandwich made in front of ...