Sunday 17 May 2009

• Yellow peace lilies as the first thing I see when I wake up.
• Hibernating in my lair.
• Egregious. A good word.
• Working out that the scuttling noise during quiet moments is not in fact mice overhead, but the plastic that covers the chimney billowing.
• The curious contents of my flatmate's bookshelves, including little wonders such as Getting The Love you Want, The Dance of Intimacy, The Great Cholesterol Con and Batsford Chess Openings. Fortunately, I feel too rotten to actually pull them down and examine the contents.