Sunday in the Park with Kevin

Another day on the grass, this time in Hyde Park. Sun more elusive, and a cool breeze from the lake. Bottled water, banana, strawberry smoothie (with banana), blueberry muffin and a small cappuccino with sprinkled chocolate. Yesterday's Guardian. Kevin's mini iPod. Blue towel over an ant hill. A large group of indian teenagers playing rounders, a nearby public toilet overrun by mud & "water", and a muscular brasilian man on roller blades who failed to direct his friend to him... for almost an hour!

Kevin in the shade, as usual, gripped by The People's Act of Love. How amazing it'd have been if we could have seen its author, James Meek, at the Hay Festival. Sadly, sold out event. Kevin, king of pastries; Kevin, who is now reading above-mentioned book on our bed, listening to Boards of Canada.

Listening to the mini iPod and watching the clouds. Something we both like. And Lost in 35 minutes. And brasilian beans pressure-cooked, with tomato salad, rice and pork sausages. And my backpack ready for the pool in the morning. And deadlines for story submissions coming and going, but nothing latching on to me. And this feeling of wanting the weekend to be extended, for work to disappear into the background, for sarin gas not to be released in the Tube, for only one day inside the Big Brother house (with option to leave at any minute.)