Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Sleeping through, mourning and clipped.

1. Another wretched night, but Alec slept from 8.30pm to 2am, so he's acquiring his skills. I recently read that infant sleep studies define 'through the night' as five hours.

2. After the funeral we feel as if a weight has been lifted from our hearts. The service celebrated his talents but acknowledged all the sadnesses. It gave us space to feel what we were feeling.

2b. The postman brings a postcard.... from Antarctica, with an British Antarctic Territory stamp on it. Rosey has doctored the caption, adding a U so it reads "AUNTARCTICA".

3. Nick brings home a neatly clipped Alec. He looks very smart and, though he has shorter hair, a little more grown-up. They also took a walk on the common, and Alec met some old English sheep dogs.