Sunday, August 12, 2012

Wake up, point don't pick and waste.

1. In the morning to suggest strongly to Alec that he might like to go and "See where Dad-dad has got to".

2. Alec now points to the strawberries, rather than picking them. I didn't have to shout (much) but I did explain (a lot of times) that if he picks then when they are hard, they won't taste good. He picked a couple of green ones, tasted them and spat them out, which I think helped drive the instruction home.

3. To feel as if I have wasted the afternoon with indolence.

Right paper, bin night and correspondence.

1. I have just the right paper -- tiny Japanese pages, not much larger than business cards, printed with wisteria in full bloom. 2. Bin nigh...