Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Wet, rescue and nasturtiums.

1. We are having a terrible nappy day (the health visitor says he's OK, we just need to cut back on the fruit and bung him up with stodge and protein) and the two that were only wet were very welcome.

2. Rosey comes to rescue me for the day -- she holds Alec and makes him laugh so that I can give the house some love and do a bit of writing.

3. My nasturtiums with their clean scarlet and flame flowers, and their tangle of brittle fleshy stems and their peppery smell, and their blown-out umbrella leaves.