archives for Saturday 24 September 2005
forgive me
Saturday 24 September 2005 | I like a cookie
I just ate a small yellow pear my landlady gave me. It came off a tree much older than I am and for that matter probably older than she is in her seventies. It was cold, having been in the fridge for a couple of days now—I had to half-peel it, scratched and bruised as […]
