1. I will never hear Agadoo in the same way again.
2. The palest grey pigeon making its home behind the boarding on the old bingo hall.
3. Sometimes saying “gg” or “gj” just isn’t enough; I want to high five everyone.
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1. The brave pigeon refuses to give up its food find, even though we are heading straight for it on the path. It doesn’t even fly away when we reach it so Lily, who has had her nose pecked by chickens and been told to cluck off on a number of occasions too, gives it a wide berth.
2. The two boys are mirrored as they race along the pavement together, their outside legs pushing at the same time on every stroke.
3. I can’t find the perfect music to accompany my proofreading session on the balcony. Then it hits me: Gershwin. Of course, it’s got to be Gershwin.
(Another heavy writing day – got my epilogue done. Boo-to-the-yah!)
1. The reason for my suppressed giggles on Tuesday arrives: an amusingly incorrect metal plaque for below a picture hanging in our living room. Perhaps D was right, perhaps I did take it too far but it makes us laugh all the same and makes the photo in its cheap frame look very proper indeed.
2. The cherry plums are ripening quickly: the colour difference between breakfast time and dinner time is amazing. From cherry red to deep plum, funnily enough.
3. The powder-covered ice cream falls like dough as I stir it around and around in the bowl.
1. The assorted colours of John’s lunch.
2. Over the last fortnight, I’ve been trying to finish my NaNoWriMo story from last year but compared to then, when I wrote 120,000 words in 30 days, it’s been slow progress – until today. I write 7,000 words in 7 hours. The most beautiful bits are when an idea conceived as I dropped off the sleep last night works better than I’d imagined and writing the main character’s last words. Just the epilogue to go now.
3. The pure heat of the chilli rides above everything but without overshadowing the other flavours: the spring onion, the holy basil and the almost bacon-like quality of the thinly sliced pork. Yum.
1. She tries to grab the stick – no, grab is too strong – she nibbles the water to try to get the stick but it floats away from her.
2. Pain in my cheeks from trying to suppress a laugh.
3. An half idea/half recipe dinner turns out wonderfully – pretty quick and easy too.
1. To be shaken awake in the middle of the night by a cat purring loudly on my face.
2. The firm supportiveness of a new, well-fitted bra.
3. Making tea to the rhythm and character of John’s guitar twinkling. The slow, low, bouncy walk to get the milk is my favourite bit. (It all gets a bit frantic and crazy when he realises what I’m doing.)
4. Realising that a huge proportion of our time together is spent trying to make the other laugh, with double points awarded if it makes the other laugh-spit food or drink.
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