Sunday, 22 September 2013

A murky Sunday. Elmore Leonard said never start with weather, but then, he lived in California, where the weather is always the same. Those of us who live on an island and can count the number of sunny days each year understand how the particular shade of grey sky or height of the cloud cover comes with its own language of nuances that can affect not just whether you put on a sweater or not, but whether you will be feeling sociable or finishing off that book you've been reading. In this case, it has meant that the usual tug to get outside isn't as strong as on brighter days and so I've been working. Yes, on a Sunday. Yes, all day. Except when I broke to make a streusel cake. When life gives you murk, sugar and cinnamon, make... (with apologies to lemons everywhere!).

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