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.

Winter is passing, toad in the hole and mulled wine.

1. It is cold (although less chill than it has been) and cloudy (although less grey than it has been) and a robin sings loudly from the top ...