Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Torchlight, sitting up and slain.

1. Nana has a new game for Alec: getting him to catch the pool of light from a torch. He never gets frustrated by things he can't catch: he just laughs when they jump out of his reach and then tries to catch them again.

2. I sit Alec up on a cafe chair. He seems rather more serene and dignified than when we use a highchair, and he doesn't wriggle or try to stand up.

3. The sudden hush when we realise that Tim's character is dead, slain by a nameless NPC's perfect double zero.

In and out, cool skid and peppercorns.

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