Thursday, July 05, 2012

Game, time for tea and sandwich.

1. To make baby Chloe laugh with a game that Alec used to like (I count one, two, three and 'pop' her little fists apart).

2. "Bic-bic?" says Alec in an enquiring sort of way. It's almost 4pm, and I've got a fiver so we walk down to the church cafe on the High Street and take tea together.

3. A soft fat sandwich on sweetish bread with a salty filling.

Done, moon and Irish fairy tales.

1. A meeting that is over by 9.30am. 2. A big full moon is stuck on next door's chimney pots. 3. By my bed is a large and comforting boo...