Today at the traffic lights a man stood next to me and laughed. He smelt strongly and sweetly of too much soap. He said 'Did you hit the button?' I answered yes. He hit it anyway. Then he said, 'Did you hit the button for me?' It was after that he started to laugh.
I did the wickedest writing exercise today, involving the form guide (you know the horse bit of the paper). It was Carrie Tiffany's exercise. Boy is she smart. And she has the most mellifluous reading voice, I could listen to her read all day, it was like liquid gold.
I am making a cake. It has earl grey teabags in it (not the bag, just the tea) and will have strawberry jam icing. It's for Una to take to creche tomorrow so everyone can happy birthday and hip hip hooray her for Friday. Making cakes at 10.30 is madness. Icing it at 7.30am will be fun. Not. And then I don't even get to eat any.