Monday, February 14, 2022

Clop, bye and blankets.

1. The clopping sound of a plastic packet blowing down the street.

2. Nick runs round to the other side of grandpa's car to wave goodbye to the children who are seated in the back.

3. The high wind has filled the house with draughts and this reminds me why we have so many blankets.

Dress, drink and catch-up.

1. Walking out of the theatre, I hold his hand so he's not tempted to bolt across the swirly carpet into the forest of legs. We agree th...