Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Storing up, tin and radio waves.

1. The mother brings lamb stew. We ladle it and the chicken casserole I cooked last night into freezer bags. The top drawer is now heavy with suppers for the next few weeks.

2.  When I come down to take Alec off for another feed (he and his father have been watching American football all evening) I see by the tin on the sofa beside them that Nick has found the cake.

3. On BBC 7, London Particulars -- two peelers (early manifestations of Metropolitan police officers) investigate dark deeds in the foggy streets of Victorian London. I've been listening to a lot of radio while Alec feeds, digests and then settles himself to sleep -- all things for which he wants me, but prefers not to actually engage.