Thursday, March 10, 2011

Jam, shower in peace and cloves.

1. In the early morning, piling red jam on a piece of toast made with heavy bread.

2. My mother and Nick take Alec out for a walk. I have a shower -- without needing to sing Incy Wincy Spider to a certain small someone who has grown tired of batting the creatures dangling from his baby gym.

3. In a documentary about spices, Indonesian women in a clove cigarette factory work so quickly it looks as if the film is being played at high speed. Also, Nick learnt that mace is part of nutmeg (which I already knew).

Path, stars and wisteria.

1. The Common has dried out a lot since I was last out. There is a dusty path beaten smooth across the spot that is still rutted and ridged ...