This handmade book arrived from a friend of my parents today, for my little girl, it's amazing, such a cool little book, and all of it, hand made by some lady, I haven't seen in I don't know how long. I guess she made it for my parents more than they made it for my daughter. That part of being a good friend which means, even if you can't actually remember what the father of their grandchild looks like, you'll make a gift for the grandchild anyway, because that's what you do for your good friends. I'm touched by the fellow feeling displayed in the actions of my parents' friends, and they aren't the only friends who've done this. We've got things from people my girlfriend barely knows, people I didn't realise were actually my parents' friends, and not just their acquaintances. I love it already, whether it will ever get used I don't know, how could it possibly be robust enough for a small person to chew on and bash around? It's beautiful, hopefully we will be able to enjoy it for a long time.
Another thing I saw today was a place called Beef Lane in the city centre, it's off a side alley, and it's more like a square than a lane. It feels a little bit gowny in it's way, mostly because the buildings in it are old and built from sandstone, but it looks like a pretty place to be able to walk through everyday. I felt a little jealous of the people who work there, and when they walk into work in the morning, can think, what a nice place to work. In the afternoon they can look out of their office window and think, cool courtyard! Maybe it's because it's new to me that I'm that jealous, afterall, I have a view that looks out onto two enormous and beautiful trees, in the fore ground of a vast green space, which is nice to look out at too.