Monday 31 August 2009

• The heat of a late August sun on my back (misjudged outfit and all).
• An afternoon gazing at lovely things in the V&A.
• Time to potter at home before heading out again.
• A beautiful pair of tiny black curlicued scissors, to be worn on a necklace like a slightly eccentric spinster aunt.
• Learning the collective noun for starlings. A filth. A filth of starlings. Spectacularly pleasing.