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- The colours of the sun setting through London.
- 7 Doigts de la Main flying through the air with the greatest of ease.
- Fleeting snapshots into the lives of others, spied through the windows high up on Gilbert Place.
- An over-shoulder glance held just for a moment longer than expected.
- Popcorn - sweet and salty, layered.
- I know I say this a lot, but crossing the Millennium Bridge never ever fails to make my soul soar. Doesn't matter what time of day, what weather, what mood - it's always wonderful.
- An astute surmisation of one of my many behavioural tics.
- Serendipitous timing of a Leonard Cohen song.
- Sleeping until everyone else had left the flat.
- An overpriced but very lovely drink in Skylon - dirty martini, very dry. (The experience was made sweeter by the fact that the shitty service was not rewarded).
- A companionable walk home through town.
- A smile and a wave across the bar from somebody I knew once upon a time.
- A square of dark chocolate.
- Cashmere against my skin.
- A new Time Out.
- A very dapper and grown up gentleman, licking the foam from his cappucino like a small boy with an icecream - and then looking slightly abashed when he caught my eye. I giggled out loud - to his reluctant delight.
- Relinquishing myself to a warm and sleepy body in my bed despite being showered and almost ready to face the day.
- Being able to pop to Altermodern at lunchtime.
- Ribena. Seriously - I don't even recognise myself anymore.
- A conversation with a near-stranger that wandered from Delillo to Fugazi to whisky to The Mousetrap, via Caravaggio and Bacon. The word pretentious was also used a lot.
- Learning the same lessons, again and again: 1. Ostriching is not the answer - it's never that bad. 2. Actually, if I want something doing, it's only going to get done if I do it myself. 3. Research really is worth it.
- Hallelujah at the Players - from memory and with a Belfast accent.
- Yes, I know I look like Paddington Bear. Show me a marmalade sandwich, and I might just begin to care.
- A satisfyingly bouncy office chair.
- Many boxes of my favourite pen deposited on my desk.
- Baking banana bread, just because.
- A stomp in the snow.
- A well timed missive - the answer to which saved me a long slippery slog into the office.
- Barley and carrot fritters.
- Music from above - one song in particular with intermittent yells of 'and EIGHT'. Hee!
- A large coffee, hash browns, the papers, sunshine - a spontaneous decision.
- Inches of silent snow in De Beauvoir Town,
- A quail, pottering around the bar (leaving behind the recently laid egg in its cage). Amazing!
- A hood on my green duffel coat.
- Pool!\(I'm still spectacularly bad)
