Saturday, March 15, 2014

Pater familias, calm again and no coats.

1. We wake to find that Mr Law has left the house, presumably after gazing upon his sleeping family with a deep sense of paternal satisfaction.

2. Well! That was quite some tantrum. Now that er- we'll call them Child A so as not to embarrass anyone- Now that Child A is calmly sitting on a bench eating a snack and surveying the happy people racing round the sunny day park, I feel rather accomplished.

3. I realise that we have left the house without our coats.

Rind, clink and treat.

1. Loving the green on green stripes of the watermelon rind. 2. As I go up the stairs, I can hear from his room the clinking of a spoon in a...