Sunday 22 November 2009

  • Fish scrubbed and cleaned and shiny. Much overdue.
  • The warm fug of soup making on a Sunday - I potter more for the feel of domesticity than the (admittedly tasty) final product.
  • Making the decision to haul my frozen ass out of bed to fill a hot water bottle. Wise.
  • Discovering Misfits.
  • A fit of flat cleaning. The bathroom hasn't twinkled in so much bleached glory in a while.

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