- The feeling of leaving the house for a summer evening - freshly showered and scented, wearing a flimsy frock, basking in the feel of evening sunshine on moisturised skin.
- Falling off a chaise longue relatively elegantly - no damage to anything other than my equilibrium.
- The view from Crouch End Hill in daylight at each end of the night. The return journey was soundtracked by birdsong, the outward journey by northern soul.
- Sitting in the doorway in easy companionship with partners-in-crime old and new, contemplating the world in a red wine fug as the sky lightened over the lawn outside.
- Giving wardrobe advice via text. Just call me Gok.
Saturday 4 July 2009
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