- 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
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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.
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LOL! Oh, I love you! Xox Em
ReplyDeleteEven when you 'don't write' it's hysterical!! :)
ReplyDeleteAlways fun to come visit your blog!!
Sending hugs ~
Well, shoot. But I trust you caught the reader before it hit the ground. I know today isn't a Canadian holiday, but we celebrated last night and I had breakfast for my daughter and her family this a.m. Nice, relaxing day.
ReplyDeleteI hope you caught that eReader. I have read m first book on the Playbook.
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