Sunday 23 August 2009

• A cup of coffee made for me, just as I was about to leave the house.
• Curling up, like a cat, in sunny spots around the flat. The windowsill, the doorsteps, my desk. Varying degrees of heat and precariousness.
• Reading, reading, reading. So lovely to hide from the world and spend time book in hand - guilt free.
• Watching Alf effortlessly lift two large boxes of academia up to ceiling level. I'd almost killed myself half an hour before, standing on a chair, buckling under the weight of the box. He just hoicked it up. Job done.
• Chickpeas, eaten by the handful.