happy birthday walsh

there were banana's in the fruit bowl this morning. though greenish - i took one. because that's how it is in my house. if it's there and you don't take it - you won't get a second chance. maybe - without knowing it - my household has always been trying to teach me about the world.

a lady took a glass of water at the races on saturday without waiting for me to offer it to her. she unbalanced my tray, covered me in water and in turn - ruined my phone (which was tucked safely - so i thought - in my pocket). i was brought quickly to rage. i was cuttingly responsive and by saturday night, i smiled very little. i have lost some numbers - so if in the coming weeks you call - and i sound frightened (because i don't recognise the number)... it is because of her.

fortunately, by sunday all was fine. some impromptu shopping, chocolate cake and news. good news. for those of you following the italian story... piero called on saturday and a and i will venture to italy in the coming month with balaclava's and switchblades - in an effort to reclaim his heart.

this morning on the train - i wrote a story about peas.