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I smell the basil from the kitchen while I listen to the click-thump-click of the trains racing towards London or Portsmouth, interleaved with the sound of tyres driving on wet pavement.
It's Tuesday night, and we've decided not to drink.
As a result, Stephen cooked pita pizzas (the best ever-with Davidstow cheddar and chili peppers) and I did the dishes. The laundry was ironed, I polished the run in my tights, and relaced my converse high tops. They had been washed in hopes the black filth would disappear, but it ain't so.
Today at work I received my first letter written via typewriter. It was frought with overtyping, spelling and grammar errors. It was so quaint I photocopied it to show Stephen.
I believe it's also early to bed, as tomorrow night is Neko Case...and I'm going solo! I'll bring my camera so hopefully there'll be something a bit more interesting to blog about soon.
And did you know, that it's officially "Let's talk about sex week" in the UK? Only, I couldn't find the right moment to make that announcement at work today.