6 January 2013
She was desperate, and anyone daring to stand in her way was cut down by the malevolent glare from her eyes; no-one dare risk the wrath of her tongue, or worse, as she pursued her goal. On Twelfth Night, so ended the season of goodwill to all at Morrisons supermarket in the bread aisle, as the final Hovis of the day was claimed.
7 January 2013
Simply enjoying some of the smells in my kitchen tonight; the zesty tang of the oranges and lemons in the fruit bowl, the fragrant scent of rice simmering gently on the hob, the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee.