Sunday, January 05, 2014

Greed, lullabies and sitting up.

1. I hand the children over to Nick and sleep greedily until late in the morning. This is followed by a substantial three-course lunch -- we only come out when it is getting dark because we lingered so long and lovingly in good company. I feel ready to face anything now.

2. "Look," says Audrey, "He's singing Welsh lullabies to her."

3. Our routine is smashed to bits so we let Alec sit up late watching the David Attenborough Natural History Museum thing. Alec's face as he tries to make sense of the CGI creatures coming to life. "Is it real? Is it real now? Is this scary? When's daylight coming back? Why is he allowed to touch?" And everything large is now "as big as a moa."