Stardust in your soul

Dear Heart,
I took quite a few pictures today, of second-day bolognaise (always best) and salt crystals that look like stardust in the palm of your hand. I went exploring over the bridge and on the other side of the river, listening to Zbigniew Preisner. Bliss, apart from constantly turning my head to check for attackers in the form of strange men, squirrels and noisy magpies.
Less lovely, though, was entering the kitchen post-shower in all my wet-haired, granny-pyjama'd, heat-rashed glory (pure sex appeal) to come face to four-inches-of-foundation face with five glamorous housemates on their way out to town at ridiculous o'clock. I am so old.
Love, Lydia x