The variety of chard called Bright Lights lives up to its name, especially when the sun is low in the sky.
In the train I am sitting opposite a young woman busy writing cards on the table between us. Her book, closed on the table, is a paperback called Eat, Pray, Love and subtitled "One woman's search for everything". It is by, one, Elizabeth Gilbert and has according to another line on the cover, " sold over six million copies".
A postman whom I haven't seen before hands me a parcel when I answer the door. "Are you alright" he says. Depending on the tone of voice, this locution could have a number of different meanings. In transcribing it, I leave out a question mark, because clearly it doesn't require an answer. Rather it signifies a cheerful "good morning!". But with another intonation it could mean: "Is there something wrong with you?" Or, as when relatively recently a railway employee used the same expression to me when he saw me taking photographs at the end of the station platform, it clearly meant, "what mischief are you up to?"