Monday, August 06, 2012

Husband help, whirling and meet-up.

1. I am trying to make pancakes for breakfast, but Alec is desperate for attention, and for something to eat. "Just a minute, manny. Just a minute. Have some banana. There, lovely nana. Just a second. Let me flip this one... Oh no, banana doesn't go in your hair... No, Alec stop it!" Etc. Then Nick comes down the stairs.

2. To whirl Alec round by his arms until he snorts with laughter. When we stop, he staggers around like a dizzy drunk and then makes his way back to me, holding up his arms and saying: "More, again, more!"

3. I meet up with some of the other students on my course in a Google+ hangout. I still reel a little when I think about chatting on video, for free, with people I've just met on the internet. It feels as if the future has finally arrived.

Done, moon and Irish fairy tales.

1. A meeting that is over by 9.30am. 2. A big full moon is stuck on next door's chimney pots. 3. By my bed is a large and comforting boo...