- Five postmen, in formation with trollies, coming out after each other in perfectly spaced intervals from the sorting office. The Red Arrows of Holloway.
- A good smile.
- Realising, as I spoke it out loud, that I'm not quite as flighty and unambitious as I feel sometimes. In fact, I may have scared the man from Fairplace. Strategic, indeed.
- Cheese and rocket and potatoes. Tasty goodness.
- Treasures in the pockets of my cardigan.
Monday 24 August 2009
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