Friday, May 18, 2012

Pear, alium and back here.

1. Anthony takes a piece of pear from me, and puts it in Alec's mouth.

2. To catch a purple alium in someone else's front garden just as it is bursting out of bud.

3. When I go to pick Alec up, there are no staff and no babies in his usual room. This is alarming -- but then a cheery voice calls: "We're out here, eating up some leftover cake." Alec leads her back into the room and presses on me a fat handful of crumbs. Nyummy.

As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.

1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...