Saturday 7 March 2009

  • A new gallery space.
  • The smell of clean and ironed clothes.
  • An evening of tasty food, good conversation and mindless movies.
  • Roni Horn's Pink Tons.
  • The moon lighting a cloudless spot in the sky, shining through skeletal winter trees.

Friday 6 March 2009

  • 8am sunshine that felt like a UMass morning.
  • Catching the bus home. Relatedly, being back in the flat by 6.50 - unheard of, and wonderful.
  • Reading on the tube.
  • Minxy - the word, the sentiment.
  • Freesias. We always have fresh flowers, and this week it's freesias. I love freesias.

Thursday 5 March 2009

  • A folder, accidentally abandoned, speedily retrieved.
  • Waking up, curled in a big white bed to views of a sunlit Covent Garden, followed by a half hour stroll to the office, coffee in hand. The perfect commute.
  • Smirking at the disapproving men in a poorly-chosen pub, and then gleefully exacerbating the situation.
  • Perfect timing.
  • Cherry red DMs.

Wednesday 4 March 2009

  • A sweet card in the post (and shoes, returned).
  • A chatty maternal phone call, with good advice.
  • A battered sausage. Filth.
  • A JCB digger crossing Westminster Bridge, spotted underneath Big Ben.

Tuesday 3 March 2009

  • A pleasing combination of clothes (stripes and satin and yellow and patent leather).
  • Peppercorn sauce and chips.
  • Leaving halfway through.
  • The Good Terrorist.
  • The sound of rain against the windows - when I'm curled up inside, warm and dry.

Monday 2 March 2009

  • Popping in, unexpectedly, to a book launch, only to discover that the artist was someone I'd seen in Berlin and really liked.
  • Good chatter with a new person and a familiar friend, in a Spitalfields pub that I've walked past a hundred times before.
  • Walking along the river in daylight.
  • Kissing a smooth-shaved cheek at the end of the night.
  • A cream cheese bagel bought and eaten on the hop in Brick Lane, despite the skinny hipped jeans.

Sunday 1 March 2009

  • An escaped orange balloon floating into a peach-streaked sunset, across the Thames.
  • A couple of hours in a comfy chair, red wine in hand, reading fiction.
  • An unexpectedly fun conversation over coffee.
  • Double Indemnity.
  • Watching day break, listening to the dawn chorus. Insomnia can have its upsides.