Yesterday when I got home I was so tired that when I couldn’t
find my contact lens case I nearly just put my lenses in the pot with
the peppercorns. (But I didn’t. This is a *bad* idea). You know when it
rains at night sometimes the colours swim together on the road so brightly under the lamplight it’s like the world is painted and the colours are beginning to run together. I half expect to see a giant paintbrush
reaching down over my shoulder down onto the street. Also, another thing on rain, if you cycle for long enough in it with no coat your clothes turn into a second skin and its not wet any more. That is, of course there is still water falling on you from the sky but it can’t make you wetter so its just nice. Birds don’t get ‘wet’, do they – they just get washed. Why do we have this thing about rain being bad? I think it is such an unbelievable thing; this is WATER falling out of the sky in small pieces, how incredible is that?

All my other clothes have been on the washing line for two days now, they are going to smell like clouds when they eventually get dry.