Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Hidden talent, not again and fast potatoes.

1. "You know you can click this lever and your front wheels will swivel, don't you," says the registrar, once Alec is a proper person. She kneels down (in her respectful, ceremonial black trousers) and shows us. We have been perambulating around for three weeks quite unaware that we had swivelling wheels. "It makes a real difference to the handling," says Nick.

2. The park is running and gurgling with streaming rainwater. Our shoes are damp (although we've avoided walking in puddles), and so is the bag of books and certificates from the register office (although I held it tight against myself all the way home). We shut the front door and promise we are not going out again.

3. "Seven minutes," says Nick. This is the time it took him to walk to the chippie, buy chips and mushy peas, and come home again.

3 comments:

  1. 1 & 3 Aren't some people just sweethearts!

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  2. Hello, I have just discovered your blog (via Ragged Thread's sidebar!) and just wanted to tell you I think it's wonderful. Thank you for sharing these gorgeous moments. And hugest congratulations on the birth of your beautiful boy.

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  3. He's a wonderfully beautiful blessing

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