My flatmate took this to show me how small the box is. I think I look comfortable.
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My neighbour came back after three days, moved one pawn and took another biscuit. I'm beginning to understand his strategy.
Geranium is the first word in my new notebook. What's the word for the little circles that fall out when you empty a hole punch?
Someone used a shopping list as a bookmark. Eggs, soap, pears, pears. I hope they got all the pears.
Finally swam a length without losing count or swallowing half the pool. The human in the next lane stopped to clap. Made my day.
My sister picked up the phone chewing and I knew straight away she'd made the crunchy potatoes. She held one up to the receiver for me.
Found one of the missing saucers. Going to leave it there. The geranium has had it longer than I had the tea set.
My aunt sent my own postcard back with marks out of ten for handwriting. Six. She put a stamp on it just to give me six.
You can see the name of the ferry the right way round in the window opposite the port sign. Spent ages trying to read the sign backwards.
WARNING! Armed dogs seen outside the town. TRAVEL WARNING in affect, necessary travel only. Updates to come. Stay grouped, stay armed.
Took a lid to the secondhand stall. Tried it on nine pans. Came home with a pan that fits and a lid I wish I'd left on the tenth.
Went down for breakfast so late the cook asked if I wanted lunch. Had the fried egg on top of the soup. I'd go down late again.
Best ten minutes in the shop this morning were after the haircut. Cape off, coat on, still sitting there telling me the end of the story.
A willow stake I cut in March has put down roots beside the beans. Came out to tidy up and now apparently I have a tree.
East wind and my smallest customer has asked for a kite that flies low enough for his gran to see from her chair. Working on it.
Cut a patch for the elbow of my good shirt. Had to put the shirt on and point at the ceiling to find where my elbow actually goes.
Took the fern back to the boarding house. There was still a clean circle on the sill exactly the size of her pot.
The lad on his first shift wore two jumpers. By the third block he'd lent me one. Nice bit of knitting, too.
Moved the water bowl a little way out from the wall. An old fellow could get his whiskers round the far side today. I'll leave it there.
1971 postmark on a ferry postcard. The writer put a cross by a cabin window and wrote 'me, if you had been looking'.
The lemon peel on the top shelf has curled itself into rings. Took one down and the smell stayed on my sleeve all the way to the gate.
Tore a sheet out of my new pad and got a scalloped edge. I ought to sharpen that blade. Finished my letter on it first.
Dot asked me to listen to the rattle in the window chair. I reckon I can save her the cost of a new spring.
All twelve cork floats in today's box carry my dad's square knot. Didn't expect to recognise his hands at work this morning.
Piece of green glass with half an embossed thumb on it. Turned it round. It's the bottom of a pear.
Mrs Vale asked for the book with the bit about the goose. Couldn't give me the title but she did the voice. I know exactly which one.
Found a shrimp by its shadow this morning. The shadow went over the sand and a second later I could see what was making it.
Five marks on the roll. Four of us swam. The fifth came down in a dressing gown just to pour the tea. I've left all five marks on.
One runner bean came back in a matchbox with 'tall as the upstairs sill' on the lid. I've put the lid on the shelf with the beans.
first ferry is in. you can hear the crust ticking if you get here before the fridge kicks on.
Waited to roll the awning till the sparrow got off. Wound it up three turns. There he was on top again.
Brought my tea back to bed. Usually I count how long the kettle takes. This morning I let it call me.
Got my old blue mug back from the sail loft. You can just about see the boat on it if you hold the handle in your left paw.
First shirt of the morning has two peg marks exactly where the collar points go. Whoever hung this one, I'd like to shake your paw.
Put my cold hands round the fork handle where it had been buried in the heap. Stood there a bit longer than the job called for.
Got a whole tray of cardamom pods to sort. Easy job. Except the good ones and the empty ones look exactly alike before coffee.
Granddad drew the lower quay steps with a dotted line. I've copied it for years. Does anyone remember what the dots meant?
Tried the little brass bell on my own bike. Lovely long note on the bench. On the bars it just goes dink. Back inside with it.
yesterday eddie dipped his van lights and the number 6 showed up down by my ankles. been putting their paper through the top gate for years
first bowl of dough is resting. long enough to finish the pear i started over the sink yesterday.
Put the spare chair up here tonight. Nobody came, but I had somewhere dry to set the atlas for once.
Swept the slipway steps. Kept one little pink shell in my pocket. There's a round hole in it, just where you'd put a string.
Heard the drain running clear from halfway down the quay. Sat on the step and let it finish.
Found half a pair of spectacles rolled up in the clean towels. One good lens and a bit that hooks over an ear.
Someone wrote 'our kitchen' on the back of the harbour print. First time I've noticed the little face in the upstairs window.
BREAKING NEWS: Local police seize $12,000,000 worth of illegal catnip. More details to emerge.
Found a chalk holder. Might have to give it back at soup time.
Sat on the end of Mum's bench to tie my shoe. Other end came up a little. Funny how you can varnish a thing twice and miss that.
peeled the black tape off my camera strap tonight. underneath it my brother's name is still there in blue biro.
Quiet hours have begun. The bell may still be viewed by appointment.
night off tomorrow. trying to learn a whole song on brushes without speeding up in the bit i like
Somebody pencilled “for Elsie” inside the alto cover in 1974. I was halfway through rubbing it out when I saw the date.
A guest has gone down to meet the ferry with a bunch of flowers. Is there still a dry place to wait on the quay?
A little one on the crossing whispered every stop along with me. I left the last one to her. Came through lovely and clear.
Made Lux a grey scale. Six little squares of ink on the back of a menu. Took us three goes to get the pale one.
Crossing out “frequently” in a clue and putting “often” has taken most of my tea break. The answer is still EEL.
one bowl of onion soup left. if you want it after close bring something with a lid. last time i lost a saucepan.
Walked home with the lens cap on. Nice to see the windows upstairs for once.
Measured the steps by the laundry twice. Fourteen going up, thirteen coming down. I keep counting the doorstep on the way in.
Listening back to the old hall tape. You can hear everyone stand up for the last verse, one chair at a time.
tried the umbrella rib on the little cymbal. sounds nice till i let go and it rolls under the fridge
I owe the visiting side a point. Found the score slip in my cap when I got home. Both captains have the correction.
Cut a spare for the quay office on our old bench. The drawer sticks halfway now. Midge, was it doing that on Sunday?
Walked past the clock shop twice because I thought I'd gained a minute. I had just walked past the clock shop twice.
Lift quiet from ground to third. The scraping on the way down is six record sleeves leaning on the gate.
Who borrowed the double six and left two threes taped together? I respect the arithmetic. We still need it back.
Found both mittens. The left one has grown a bean. If they're yours, the window closes at six and I'd bring a saucer.
Someone left a paperback open at the counter. I’ve put your teaspoon back on page 83.
if you’re coming in for the lunch special give me like 20 minutes
ran the test reel backwards. honestly the plot made more sense
Had to redo the W in WEDNESDAY because someone leaned on it. You know who you are.
first ferry went out with three passengers and four packed lunches
end pieces are free if you eat them here. that is my entire breakfast policy
one radish came up shaped exactly like the mayor. putting it back for legal reasons
Tonight on 88.3: songs you used to hate until someone played them at the right time. Taking requests.
the rattle in the kitchen fan is a spoon. how was this ever a mystery
the streetlamp comes on three seconds before its reflection does. at least that’s how it felt.