Day 482: Six Fat Peaches

x 6

Rushing around doing Spanish, but just quickly...

Six fat peaches. SIX! And every one of them resisted to the teeth, but then gave gracefully, releasing its juice, leaving a damp stone, raggedy with strands of flesh. Not from the supermarket, see, because of the project I started on Sunday, 100 Days of Freedom from Chains, which involves spending time and money only in establishments there's only one of. The peaches were a win. I don't think I've had a good peach in this country for years and years. Nectarines fare a little bit better, but most of the good ones have been in posh hotels or the KPMG building (which is very like a posh hotel).

Dogs in tights!

A surprisingly easy and friendly array of men on the train up to Birmingham. Just doing gentle chit-chat, with me and each other, but nice. Another excellent coaching call. Oh, and in an attempt to cheer up a friend, I found this ridiculous picture of dogs in tights. Don't know if it worked for her, but it certainly worked for me. Now I REALLY want a dog (and I'd even consider one with long hair, if this is what you can do without even shaving it!). 

Try kicking these trousers. They'll win.

Right, that's it. I really do have to go and kick this translation in the trousers (new phrase from just now. Thanks, Faber & Faber).