Friday, July 26, 2013

No nappy, guess and supper.

1. Alec makes his first outing with no nappy on (we have to spend a bit of time allaying his concerns that his underpants might go 'pop and fly up in the sky').

2. 'Guess what's special about Alec today?' we ask our neighbours.

3. At last -- it's well after 9pm -- I get my chicken noodle soup.

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...