questions

when people play music loudly, so innocent passers-by hear it, why is the music always terrible?

why do people have black and white, fake fur, car seat covers? (we saw four cars with this today within 20 mins)

recently on the turntable

irma thomas
in between tears

various
every great motown hit - the 1960's

the band
the band

bruce springsteen
darkness on the edge of town

Blue skies, sun warming the front steps as we sit on them with a morning cup of tea. A cat lying stretched out in the sun. Matthew sitting in his rocker, smelling the morning air and smiling back at me.

A walk down the hill for an early lunch. Watching two teenagers walk hand in hand ahead of us. Pushing Matthew and Deb's hand in my back pocket. Peeking through the back of the pram as he lies asleep, fingers clasped around the blanket pulled up to his chin.

A latte and passionfruit meringue. Reading the Saturday paper as Debbie looks around the garden shop. Watching a man walk topless down the street, see himself in a shop window, and stop to put a t-shirt back on. Laughing and talking as we head back home.

                     poo

the above line, in all its poetic glory, was brought to you courtesy of Tess walking across the keyboard. Everyone's a goddamn critic!

Taking all the books out of two bookcases, moving them and disposing of the decaying mouse. Moving the stove and disposing of the decaying mouse. Opening lots of windows.

Dusting, dishes and vacuuming. Singing to music. Hanging a picture in the living room and two photos in the hall. Yachts skimming across the water, spinnakers billowing in the gusting northerly.

Falling asleep in the sun in the living room watching the rugby as Deb feeds Matthew. Hearing Matthew gurgle as Deb does the nappy-dance™ with him.

Writing this journal entry before dinner. Looking forward to home-made hamburgers. Smiling a lot. Feeling good.