...not as romantic as it sounds. the globe in the kitchen flickered it's last dribble of light just as i started to cook dinner. damn being a shortarse living in a high-ceilinged art-deco flat - even standing on a chair with my arm stretched up as far as it would go, i was still about 18 inches short of the light fitting. mmm... now if only i were 18 inches taller... i'd be 7 feet tall!
set up the bedside diana lamp on the stovetop and cooked spaghetti bolognaise and even if i say so myself, it was very delicious. the large blob of 'secret ingredient' and some fresh rosemary from my neighbours garden ensured it tasted good.
a very productive day today. the weather was just right for washing so i washed all the rugs and the sheets and the towels and let them flap madly in the wind. they dried in no time at all.
no cds at all this weekend... mmm... not a good sign...
no particular word today so i'm letting you choose your own. today's number is whatever you want it to be...
