Friday, February 24, 2012

Word, mild and miniature daffs.

1. Alec spits out his last meatball to show he has finished his first course and when I offer him some banana he stands up in his highchair. I tell him: "You're standing up, so I think you've finished and want to get down," and lift him out. He trundles off to put sticky finger prints on the washing. A few moments later I feel a tugging at my dress and hear a shy little voice: "Narna, narna."

2. There is definitely something springlike about the air. It's... warm and mild and kind.

3. I love those miniature daffodils, particularly planted around the roots of trees in the street.

Book, volunteers and shower.

1. I spot that he's brought along the copy of Puck of Pook's Hill  that I left in his room a month or so ago.  2. Everywhere, there ...