Who’d have thought that the smell of frying tomatoes could be so sweet?
Suddenly deciding to re-purpose an object casts doubt on all the things I’ve already thrown out!
I’m not a London taxi driver, but perhaps I need to be.
A communal definition proves elusive, so I’ll just make up my own.
Each change feels both significant and trivial at the same time. Why?
Ideas should have use-by dates, shouldn’t they?