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.