- Reading (whisper it now) Harry Potter on the beach. Oh, the shame.
- A long meandering and aimless walk after dark which took us past the beach and fouind us settling down to watch the world go by. Easy adventuring is all I can ask for on a Sunday evening.
- Tomatoes and rosé on the balcony, watching goldfinches flutter and chirp.
- 'That's going to get you into all sorts of trouble...'
- Having the sun moved to comply with my petulant desires. It's not often that a girl gets her own way in such a dramatic (or comedic) fashion.
Sunday 6 September 2009
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