Waiting for a caserole. These are leaves from the the ailing bay which I brought to this house 20 years ago in a small flower pot. The tree is now 30 ft tall and, this year, the site of a blackbird's nest.
While watching the Ingmar Bergman film, the Passions of Anna on DVD, Heidi draws my attention to a scene where a man stands at a kitchen sink to attend to the washing up. "Men," she says, "invariably put dirty dishes, pans, glasses, cutlery, the lot in the sink together, to get them out of the way. While women approach the task more systematically, sorting and grading, before applying brush, cloth and sponge. I have a feeling that she is right.
In his new blog http://www.bbswhatworks.blogspot.com/ my friend Barrett Bonden refers to the "hideous beauty" of guns. He wouldn't have one in the house, he says, but admires their engineering, technical achievement and functional design. I share his admiration and his horror.