Saturday 7 November 2009

• A new walk.
• A crush on the plumber. Relatedly, it turns out that a toolbox is a very seductive thing (insert screwdriver joke here).
• Sewing in the sunshine on the balcony, followed several hours later by a spectacular firework display across the whole of London, observed (standing precariously on a chair) from the same spot.
• Dozing - food-filled, knit-clad, fire-warmed.
• A bath hot enough to leave my skin looking like Neapolitan icecream.