Friday, March 01, 2013

Washing, retiring and Clementine.

1. An airer full of washing.

2. To retire to a coffee shop with a pile of magazines.

3. Alec singing My Darling Clementine -- he particularly likes the verse that goes "How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine." He sings this part with theatrical misery and then cheers up for his personal mangling of the last two lines, which I don't think he understands at all: "Then I kissed her little sister and forgot my Clementine."

Brew-up, out of the oven and future dressing.

1. I stir the tea in the canister to get the right mix of black tea leaves and flower petals and orange peel and lift a spoonful into the in...