Sunday, June 17, 2007

TV time, older brother and strawberry.

1. Wrapped in towels and dressing gowns, cups of tea in hand, Katie and I watch a few Saturday morning cartoons.

2. While we are queuing for coffee, I watch the father in front of us with small child clinging to each hand. He lifts them up alternately -- 'Hold on tight, both hands... and up.' He is distracted for a moment by the arrival of his coffees. The girl, who must be about two, takes this opportunity to poke her four-year-old brother in the face so she can get hold of both her father's hands. The brother rubs his eyes, but doesn't say a word.

3. Filling my mouth with a giant strawberry.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...