Saturday, April 16, 2011

Service, songs and round the park.

1. She pops out of her coffee shop carrying a plate of poached eggs. A little later, a man brings the plate back empty.

2. In yoga we learnt a few action games which were supposed to amuse the babies. Alec would glare resentfully at me, go rigid and refuse to co-operate. Now they are his new favourite thing. I'd better expand my repertoire, and soon, because there's only so much Wind The Bobbin Up a person can take, and my Row Row Row Your Boat verses are becoming increasingly inappropriate.

3. Nick comes home early and there is just time to walk round the park before we start what is meant to be Alec's bedtime routine.

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...