Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Analgesic, zapper and cake box.

1. God bless whoever invented paracetamol.

2. Alec asks for the remote control, which I've put out of reach on the window sill. I point at his red toy remote. "It's much better -- it makes noises," I tell him. He wriggles over to it and picks it up. He seems convinced ... for now.

3. Nick has left two boxes of cake on the table.

Shut in, three quick strokes and event.

1. I'm with the glossy white-haired ladies in hot pink and emerald green and china blue linen waiting for the department store to open i...