Monday, July 21, 2014

Wake-up, peaches and roast chicken.

1. Alec wakes me up by rubbing the back of my neck.

2. Just before they leave for the park Alec hugs me round my legs and says "Your apron smells like peaches. Can I have some?" I pop a piece of fruit into his mouth.

3. To pull apart a roast chicken to make sandwiches for supper.

Hoarders, flowers and technology.

1. In a low voice he reels off the names of the muscles where I have been hoarding all this tension. 2. He comes home with posies of flowers...