Friday, 26 June 2009
Bit of this
I drive into drizzle and wish it northwards to drizzle on all over me daisies. It obliges.
There waiting for me is a bag full of bottles. Now I can decant the elderflower cordial.
She stands in front of me a child I hardly recognize, now nearly as tall as I. "You remember ages ago you said I should join a drama school, well I have".
Bit of that
Recommended Reading credit agreement small print
(dictionary for our time)