Monday 12 October 2009

• Long wintery shadows across Trafalgar Square in bright morning light.
• A fit of the giggles while hiding on the staircase.
• A moment on the top deck of the bus, realising I was going home with no hangover, no work and nowhere to be. Slightly unsettling, quite liberating.
• A quick glass of red and a chatter.
• The smell of clean washing infiltrated throughout my big soft scarf.