Friday, May 07, 2010

Dustmen, not a baby and wait for me.

1. Waving the the dustmen as they pull and push the communal bin past the window.

2. "He's not a baby any more, he's a little boy." He's smiling and smiling and following us with his big blue eyes.

3. Nick has asked me to wait for him to come home from work so we can walk to the polling station together. Afterwards, we talk about our ballots -- we've voted the same way.

Coffee, right there and advent calendar.

1. The coffee this morning is very tasty. There is no particular reason that we can discern. Perhaps we were just ready for it, and our bisc...