Saturday, November 12, 2011

Reading, jonquils and a story.

1. ...and he's asleep. I should get up and do... and do... important things. Instead I lie back in bed and read for a while.

2. The Mother's jonquils peeping over the top of the computer screen.

3. I tell Alec three times, four times, five times on the way home that I'm going to hang my coat up, change my shoes and put supper in the oven before I feed him. This time he waits calmly for his milk, rather than crying and raging with frustration.

Cash, work and sofa.

1. Our bank has given every customer £100, which is a pleasant thing to find in our accounts. 2. This edit of a sweet romantic novel is flyi...