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.

Poached egg, acer and bramble.

1. Carefully opening my poached egg so the yolk runs on to the toast. 2. The acer tree -- lime green edged with crimson. 3. Bramble shoots, ...