james beamed in
we had a nice time goofing around in the national gallery bookshop last weekend

As I left a party last Friday (a goodbye party - we will be a-part[ie] - terrible joke...that's for you J) I had to laugh at all the bikes locked outside. such a lovely sight. We left ours at home, they never get to go to parties - poor dears.

seagulls wearing little headphones and a mould creature creeping up a fridge-forgotten jamjar.

I just want to hear that trickle of a thaw — like nature programs about foxes and their cubs...pan to a stream of spring melt water.

I have a cold so my mind is a little melty

Peter Peter pumpkin peeler.

I took some peas out of the freezer and saw that they all had icy coats on.
The texture reminds me of the item I'm knitting at the moment. (I say item because it could become a present.) I love settling the stitches on the needle — it's like stroking a scrawny cat's back.

The middle photo is just funny...

A little lunchtime sunshine. I snapped these on my way back in from lunch.

Sunshine on a rainy day [quiet]sunshine[/quiet], Makes my soul, makes my soul...

I'm wrapped in my lovely super soft base layers again - I hate being cold (my blood is made of microscopic blue and milky marbles) but I loooove wrapping up for winter. Right now I'm frozen but I'm looking forward to hopping into bed. If only you could live your night-time temperature life backwards - suddenly in the morning you'd be bloody freezing and hop out and into a cozy hot shower...

I think this photo of a my perfectly poached egg epitomises the life of somebody who, dare I say it, "blogs". Yeah I take pride in my tiny achievements! BTW, the only secret to perfectly poached egg is that it's laid that morning. There's just no point in making one unless you like stringy wet strands all over your toast.