Friday, January 28, 2011

For my benefit, up town and guidance

1. While he's feeding, Alec sometimes gives a little sigh as if to imply, according to my mother, that he's really only doing this for my benefit.

2. I do a little supermarket shop with Alec in his pram. It isn't nearly as bad as I imagined. Later, the man in the ink cartridge shop opens the door for me.

3. Yet another patient breast feeding councillor takes time out of her day (and evening) to guide and reassure me.

Done, moon and Irish fairy tales.

1. A meeting that is over by 9.30am. 2. A big full moon is stuck on next door's chimney pots. 3. By my bed is a large and comforting boo...