Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Not snow, other hands and early sleep.

1. 'Look, it snowing!' I run to the window to see such a marvel as snow in August. It's a cabbage white butterfly battling against a gust of wind.

2. The sound of other people (my aunt and cousin) quickly tidying up downstairs while I help Alec off to sleep.

3. Bettany falls into her deep milky sleep quite early so I bundle her into the cot, pause to admire my lanky sleeping toddler and creep upstairs to chat with Nick before we go to sleep.

Novel, coming back and ready for December.

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