Wednesday, 3 August 2011

An economy of speech

I'm often to be found feverishly trying to scribble down something Julie has said. Either that or trying to decipher my crabbed scrawl.
The other day, Julie saw the notepad in which I write her various verbal meanderings and felt a little put-out at the quantity of Gems I have collected. I'm not sure why; she usually laughs harder than anyone else when she reads them back. This time, Julie felt compelled to defend herself.


There wasn't much I could say to that. Well done, love.