1. We get out earlyish to take Bettany to nursery. The sky is clean and clear and the air is cool -- now it's September I can enjoy the start of Autumn rather than feeling sad that Summer is all used up.
2. While we are waiting for pudding Alec says 'I like cuddles, give me a squeezy one.' (he is not a particularly demonstrative person, and a lot of our affectionate interactions still involve bub so this request gave me a lot of joy. It means my limits are taking effect and that we are moving onwards and upwards).
3. Alec declares that he doesn't like French Toast but later I see him putting the cubes I have given him into his mouth, one by one.
