Monday, June 24, 2013

Imp, bid and deadline.

1. I wake to the sound of running feet and shrieking giggles. When I go downstairs to investigate I find Nick in fruitless pursuit of a naked Alec, who is running in circles round the front room and the kitchen astride a wooden spoon.

2. I follow Nick's rule for online auctions: decide how much you want to pay and bid for that amount. I go to bed before the end of the auction feeling quite content. If I win, that's great; but if I lose I will have lost to an idiot who overpays for potty seats.

3. The deadline for changing our supermarket order passes, which means I don't have to think about it again until it arrives.

Eggshell, turkey oak and grateful.

1. Smacking a hardboiled egg to break the shell. 2. Pale green leaves on the huge oak tree at the corner of The Grove. 3. There is nothing q...