Wednesday, March 14, 2012

New perspective, my boy and the rest.

1. Just for a change I take Alec down to the Pantiles and let him porgle around on the bandstand. A lady calls across from the colonnade: "I like your column in the Courier. I've lived in Tunbridge Wells for 40 years and it gives me a new perspective."

2. Alec beams, showing off his tiny white teeth (particularly when I give him a biscuit) and he looks a treat in his new red jumper, so I feel very pleased with both myself and him. A few elderly tourists on a coach trip from Leicester come past and admire him -- which delights him so much that he drops his biscuit. They don't think much of Tunbridge Wells as a tourist destination (they're here a bit early in the year), but I hope they enjoyed meeting us.

3. I fall asleep while I'm putting Alec to bed, and wake up more than an hour later. I feel so much better for it.

4. For supper -- a sandwich made from buttered white bread, thick slices of corned beef with grated carrot, red cabbage and my own mayonnaise.

Box of books, lighter coat and child asleep.

1. There is a heavy box of new books waiting on the stairs. 2.  There's a warmth to the air that makes me wonder if I should have put on...