A very long list, that could have been part of September’s extensive ‘List’ series but surfaces here as part of November’s fish photo accompanied ‘the title is longer than the post itself’ series that is now in its thirteenth day, an interesting fact in itself as today I looked at my car’s kilometre gauge (something I rarely do) and it read 131313 which, if I were superstitious I would probably consider superstitiously instead of interestingly as I did; if this list HAD been published during ‘List’ month I would probably have entitled it “How Often?”.

Every time he sees a plane.

Every time he sees a dog.

Every time he eats spaghetti.

Or lasagne.

Or chorizo, come to that.

Every time he walks through St Pancras station.

Every time he looks at his e-mails.

Every time he turns on his mobile phone.

Every time he reads the Guardian newspaper.

Every Saturday.

Every January.

Every summer.

Every October.

Every Christmas.

Every time he sits in a plane.

Drives in the night.

Sees frost.

Mist in the morning.

Dreams.

Every night.

Every minute, every day?