Racing away from the cool grays of the north
to the warm blues of the south
I miss brick (we have cooked liver coloured stone here).
The luxury of delivery.
Angela said: 'I can see some poor woman rushing round
the streets trying to find a replacement before the baby
wakes up,' when I pointed this out to her. She is a woman
The prettiest cup of coffee.
In a London loo.
The river Medway.