Thursday, March 15, 2012

Hot, tulips and out.

1. As the plumbers are leaving, one of them asks: "Do you want your water that hot?"
"Dear God, no!" I gasp. I cannot tell you how tired I am of washing my hands in cold water because the hot is too hot. I had assumed that it was a quirk of the system, something we had to live with.
"We can turn it down. We thought you wanted it like that."
And before I know it they are back up in the loft and asking me to test the temperature from the kitchen tap.

2. For last spring I planted tulips in pots. I expected them to come up blind this year, but now I look down into the unfurling leaves, I can see flower buds.

3. The Mother says she and Alec will just pop down to the chemists on the corner. They are gone a whole, blissful hour, and I get so much done.

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...