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.

News, white chocolate and Venice.

1. Instead of the horrible news on my phone, I have a new Fortean Times to read at breakfast. 2. I'm thinking there is no chance we...