3BT – my own time, HUM(our), sunlight dancing

1. I’m lucky that I can wake up in my own time nearly every morning but some mornings I’m more grateful than others. Today is one of them.

2. The RadMac show on 6Music runs a list of puns of things vaguely rhyming with ‘tune’: the ridiculousness of the suggestions gets me giggling almost instantly.

3. The soft sunlight – filtered through four layers of glass and shaped like an ancient rune – dances on ceiling.

3BT – watching him, watching us, still dusk

1. We drink our breakfast tea on the balcony and listening to the chickens buck-bucking below. I watch Boron do his rounds, checking on next door’s garden, and when I say his name, he looks up and slow-blinks at me.

2. Lily leans around the steps to look inside the shop, her mouth slightly open in excited anticipation of our return. By the time I step out the door, she’s stood up, tail wagging; the HEARTLESS ABANDONMENT of the previous few minutes forgotten.

3. The stillness of the evening. The silhouette of the oak tree against the fading light.

Things I’ve been doing and saying in the week ending 13 May 2012

13 May 2012

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3BT – scent, back to classes, filthpots, soggy Spring

1. The smell – a pleasantly, slightly perfumed smell – reminds me of someone I know. I’m not sure who but I must like them as it makes me smile without thinking.

2. It’s lovely to see how some of the kids have been transformed by working on the show – the workshops are a delight.

2b. I’m tickled by his ability to do the Herbert the Pervert whistle as he talks and the other lad’s ability to add “dad” or “mum” to the end of sentences to make them hilariously wrong.

3. Wet petals in puddles as I walk up the road.

3BT – for purpose, pink and perfect, rotund relaxation

1. The dining table is often used as a dumping ground for misc – especially during the recent house renovations – so it’s a pleasure to have it clear to use for actually dining.

2. I didn’t have a lot of faith in the gammon joint but it turns out well: it’s not too salty (like some gammon) and the decorative cloves add a surprisingly lovely flavour.

3. The dog leans heavily against my legs; the cat lies heavily along my side. The heaviness is heavenly.

3BT – bacon, beech tree, surprise curry

1. Salty Swillington bacon for breakfast.

2. A beech tree has fallen down in the horses’ field! We explore it thoroughly – the exposed roots, the just-set-to-leaf buds and where the trunk had split open in the pressure of the fall. I climb up the trunk like Batman up a building.

3. Piles of pulses: tarka daal and channa masala for dinner. Makes up for the meaty breakfast!