At London Heathrow Terminal 5
Chess with H. I won. Mostly.
Kaffeologie S Filter for an AeroPress. Coffee. Through a filter.
I missed the downpour. But the mud got me on the way home.
For boys on days when mum’s away (rather than for mum’s to take away).
An evening wander around Tallinn.
I’m close to deciding the tree is dead.
In the colourfulness stakes the Fig was lagging the Tulips by quite a lot.
Bright bear in the winter sunshine.
The joys of LHR-T5. Escalators, escalators, everywhere.
[Return to Seattle]
Harvey has a theory that I always have two drinks. I’m not sure that the evidence stacks up.
Yes. It sounds as good as it looks.