Thursday, June 05, 2014

Talk, receiving and dash.

1. Catherine arrives while Bettany is asleep. We can talk, just the two of us, no guilt, no worry, for the first time in years.

2. I thank the postman as he hands me a parcel and some letters and he says "That always makes my day, when someone's happy to receive a package."

3. At the place where the pavement narrows just beyond the station I spot an office girl running down the hill towards us. I stop and let her go through. She has a smile for us, despite being in a headlong dash for a train.

Wet Sunday, resting and re-do.

1. We wake to the sound of heavy rain -- just right for a simple Sunday. 2. I put my dough in a bowl to rest, and take a quiet half-hour mys...