- the gloves, which I was going to describe in all their velvety goodness, and which I had tragically lost even before the first snowfall, were actually at the bottom of my eco-friendly shopping bag
- the person who battered me with her Christmas gifts on the bus, smiled sweetly, told me all about her shopping experience and offered me something candylike from a tin
- the photos I took of the front yard in the snow turned out to be depressing, not beautiful, cluttered as they were by park-building machinery
- the perfect set-up of lunch at my favourite bar the other day: sparkling silver, snowy napkin, simmering soup, olive foccacia bread and white wine, didn't last because I slammed into the table while swooping to catch my e-reader before it landed on the lovely tiled floor
Thursday, 24 November 2011
All Bets are Off
Sometimes when I'm in the bus or the shower, I think about what I'd like to write the next time I post something. Everything I'd planned on writing about has changed.