- Cocktail hour at Skylon with a glamorous auntie, a Tom Selleck a-like and the middle Pickard. Fun.
- A vast collection of sauces and dishes accumulated between us and the encroachers on our shared table. A small fort was constructed, lined with defenses of dead eyed polite smiles.
- Quiet domesticity before the end of the day.
- The way my big grey scarf smells when it's just been washed.
- My ipod ran out of juice just as I took my keys out of my pocket to get in the house. Nice timing.
- A big mug of Barrys tea.
Sunday 10 January 2010
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