- A exchanged solution to a mutual breakfast dilemma.
- My bed made for me - tight enought to bounce a nickel.
- Reading on the front steps, curled up like a cat in the sun.
- Steak tartare and frites. Mm mmm.
- The golden wash of light as I walked west along the north bank of the Thames, from the City to the Southbank Centre.
Saturday 26 September 2009
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