Friday, June 22, 2012

Parcel, any minute and sherry.

1. The postman puts a parcel into my hands and asks me to take in a packet for our neighbours.

2. "Well," he says when I ask, "It's supposed to be any minute now. Look, if you press this, it'll tell you." He fiddles with the bus stop's touch screen. "The bus is at the stop," says a choppy computer voice. We both laugh. We are both pleased -- and relieved -- when it really does arrive a few minutes later.

3. To pour some sherry into the mince I am cooking for tomorrow. And then to add a bit more.

Thanks for the birthday wishes, folks -- really appreciate them.

Magnolia, no coat and weeding.

1. The drifts of pink and white petals drying in the gutters and flattened on to the pavement suggest that the magnolia on the corner of Bel...