- A fat wee bird in the tree outside my window
- Half an hour pottering around the food court of Fortnum and Mason
- Dutch accents (and style - only a Dutchman could wear a tangerine waterproof jacket with interesting specs, and pull it off with panache)
- Peanut butter melting into hot toast, washed down with a mug of mint tea.
- The moment I took off my soggy boots and wearily pulled on pyjama bottoms, so that I could sink into the sofa in a warm and quiet flat.
Sunday 8 February 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment