- An encounter with a master plasterer with particularly mobile eyebrows. God bless the habituees of the French House.
- A texted image of Tim, arms a-flying, playing the piano. Wish I'd stayed.
- The hideously ironic timing of a mis-sent email. Turns out, I really will never learn.
- A greasy, greasy cold samosa - bliss.
- A minute on the steps looking at the moon, while the road was silent.
Tuesday 4 August 2009
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