Wednesday 15 June 2011

Breakfast the One-Hundred-and-Fifty-Seventh

Muesli with strawberries.
Darn it! I missed the lunar eclipse. I keep missing them.

I did once watch one from a balcony in a ski resort in France. As I stood there with a friend, marvelling at the spectacle, she turned to me and said: "It's so shit I'm watching this with you and not some handsome man." I shared her feelings entirely.

There we were in this preposterously romantic setting, standing about like the odd couple in our flannel PJs and lamenting about our love lives.

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