- A long, shimmering strand of cassette tape blowing across the road, glinting orange under the street lights of an isolated industrial backstreet.
- Walking past the now cordoned-off Anish Kapoor sculpture at Tate Modern, with a (slightly smug) recall of the privilege of standing inside it - remembering what an overwhelming sensation it was.
- Being able to deal with an emergency for my middle sister.
- The warmth of three scarves, in particular the present from a friend that makes me think of her each time I wear it.
- A fried egg parcel on top of sludgy green spinach risotto. I ate too much.
Sunday 4 January 2008
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