Friday 30 January 2009

• A stolen afternoon at home, in the quiet. Life semi-sorted as a consequence.
• A smattering of new pubs, including one with a good garden. Hoorah.
• A kitkat, for the first time in years (dunked into copious amounts of coffee).
• The moment, just after sliding into bed, that I stopped for the first time in a couple of weeks. Naturally, I was asleep three sentences into my book.
• A £5 new dress (inevitably, small and black).