Not yet completely used to a tablet, I forget that it is sitting snugly in my shoulder bag, as I walk through the town. Hey, I say to myself where is the street musician who seems to be following me, while performing Eric Satie's Gnossienne No 1? Not yet completley used to the versatility of tablet computers, I forget that mine is sitting snugly in my shoulder bag as I walk through the town. And I must have left it on.
At this time of year the hedge outside my window is thinner and more transparent than usual. I see an umbrella passing angled against the wind. It is Heidi and she under it and just about to enter the front gate. Time for tea.