Tuesday, June 03, 2014

Secret garden, kissed and all in bed.

1. I'm not sure if Alec and I should be eating our lunch in this quiet green space with daisies and dappled sunlight beneath us but the gate from the street was open and a theatre garden is almost public.

2. When we get to nursery Bettany is sleeping in her favourite practitioner. We chat about her morning, and then, very gently, she kisses my baby, as if she knows how delicious Bettany is, and hands her over to me.

3. To spend part of the afternoon rolling around on the bed with the children, giggling, complaining, scrapping and cuddling. There ought to be a verb for the sort of movement made by a family on a bed.

3 comments:

  1. Hi Clare! My name is Heather and I was hoping you would be willing to answer my question about your blog! My email is Lifesabanquet1(at)gmail(dot)com :-)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Heather, I've dropped you a message.

      Delete
  2. It seems to me that you ate your lunch in the exactly perfect spot! That garden needed the company and appreciation.

    ReplyDelete

Comment Moderation is switched on: don't be alarmed if your comment doesn't appear right away.