Pedestrian license

1. A blip entry title with both words I couldn't spell. I am getting worse at spelling, I really am. I seem to care less about it though, which is proabably not really such a good thing. Maybe if someone ran a spelling refresher course in the south of France - spelling in the morning followed by yoga, reading in the sun, dinner and drinking wine under the stars reciting 'i before e except after c', then maybe I'd think about brushing up.

2. You can't really see, but this man is wearing a license (I spelled that wrong again, there) plate. I saw him on my way to work and thought what a good idea it would be if we all had to be tagged. Easy to report bad behaviour on pavements.

3. I am laughing my head off at every opportunity reading Nora Ephron. If I could buy everyone a copy, I would.

4. I head home, heavy, stupid weather for summer. I am craving a proper summer holiday. I make do with a bit of summery pudding. A Marianne special.

5. I settle down for the second series of The Killing. November in Copenhagen, July in Glasgow. Same backdrop.