Thursday 12 February 2009

• A short and sunny stroll to work, ham, cheese and tomato croissant in hand.
• Bruises in curious places.
• Describing the installation of the London Eye as we walked underneath.
• A ladder, caused by an overexuberant hoist, stopped in its tracks with an well timed daub of nailvarnish. I knew there's a reason I always have red fingernails.
• The smooth stone on my necklace warmed through by my skin.