Friday 11 September 2009

• Indoctrinating a protege into the ways of the Big Red.
• A decking garden hidden in Morningto Crescent that provided tapas, wine, good company and the occasional twinkle across the table.
• Beef flavour hula hoops. Awesome.
• Being able to say, 'let's go home' and be taken there in a mere hop, skip and a jump.
• Retreating under my duvet briefly between the end of the day and the beginning of the night.