Tuesday, June 04, 2013

Juice, rest and escaped.

1. Every day at breakfast Alec asks, 'Can I have some of your juice?' I give him the last mouthful in the glass and he never asks for any more than that.

2. Nick is at home today so there is time for more rest.

3. A nudey, shrieking with laughter and pink and white after his bath, has escaped down the stairs. He nearly makes it out into the garden before I can turn him round and send him back up

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...