Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Putting the rubbish out, settling and not settling.

1. The late night sound of Nick sorting out the recycling boxes ready for the early morning pick-up.

2. Alec is agitated. He won't be put down, and when we hold him, he jerks his arms and legs furiously.  I hold him firmly against my chest until he calms down enough to take a feed. I wish I could console his whole future in the same way.

3. Making a start on the biography of Barbara Pym (A Very Private Eye: Diaries, Letters and Notebooks) that Sarah lent me. The undergraduate letters make me want to thump the man she is in love with -- he sounds horrible (despite his beautiful suits and lovely eyes). Actually, I want to thump BP for giving so much time and energy to him.

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...