1. The sound of Baby Loey's babbling. She makes a sort of ululation which takes me back to early last year.
2. At the end of nursery I am given a warm parcel wrapped in kitchen roll and shown pictures of Alec covered in flour. 'We've been making bread' explains the chap doing the handover. All the way home Alec talks about how he's going to eat his 'cakey wi' bupper and mook inna cup'. I make sure I get a nibble too, and that there's some left for Nick.
3. Grated Cheddar and coleslaw packed into a warm pitta.
Hot water bottle, Word Up and night sky.
1. The sighing glug of a hot water bottle filling, and the soft belch of air making room. 2. Spoken word night. The energy shifts from poet ...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...