Monday, November 29, 2010

Sunday morning, warming up and tracking.

1. Nick takes me out for breakfast -- at 10am the streets are Sunday silent and the air is so cold and still that it feels as if we are watching the world through glass.

2. Hot chocolate with a peak of foam on top and flecks of chocolate melting into it.

3. He calls down from the attic: "Darling wife, I can track our pizza on-line!"

Hair, supper and finishing early.

1. His hair today is glossy and clean. It smells faintly of oak moss, and is exactly the same colour as my own. 2. Nick has come home with a...