Wednesday, August 24, 2011

All to myself, chippie and getting words down.

1. The morning feed: to rub Alec's back and have him all to myself.

2. The Mother has brought home some fish for supper. I leave it poaching in milk and herbs and take Alec up to the chip shop to get the carbohydrate part of our balanced meal. Chips make excellent finger food, it turns out.

3. I've got to write my column tonight, but I have no idea what to say. I sweep the floor, and mop the floor, and by the time I've put the chairs back down, I know just what I want to put.
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Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

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