Thursday 5th May, 2011
This morning I dashed out into the light rain to post a letter to a dear friend. (I wrote it late last night with eyes half-closing, I do hope I haven’t given too much of myself.) After breakfast in the quiet kitchen I had four soft, sharp strawberries. I spied them shining plumply in the sun outside the greengrocer’s on Tuesday and thought about them all day – they tasted just as strawberries should but so often don’t. I took some of tea upstairs with me and cupped it in my hands as I gazed out at the rooftops. Then I sat down to write. (Essays. Nothing creative. I think I shall go mad.)
Image from here.