Thursday, March 13, 2014

Sleeping on, green apple and syllables.

1. This morning Bettany and I can sleep... and sleep... and sleep. It's nearly lunchtime when we wake up properly.

2. I am rather pleased that in the selection of macarons there is a green apple flavoured one that delights Meredith.

3. When we are alone again Bettany talks "Da-da-da-da-da". The syllables come tumbling out of her mouth as if she can't stop.

Cheese holes, eerie and back at the table.

1. My nephew likes cheese, but only the holes, which I carefully snip out with kitchen scissors. 2. I feel a little bit sorry for the comput...