Sunday, September 02, 2012

Getting out, catch and brambles.

1. I had been planning to do this and planning to do that in my free time on Saturday afternoon while Nick looks after Alec... but Nick says: "Let's all go out," so we do. It's what I really wanted to do, anyway.

2. We are watching quite an ordinary thing, a couple throwing a ball for their dog (which is black with white paws). It races across the path by the rocks and then leaps, twists, snaps and trots back with the ball in its mouth. "Dog catch ball," says Alec. His first sentence.

3. To drop the blackberries we picked this afternoon into bowls of yoghurt.

Teeth, going out and smallish town.

1.  A nice chatty gossip with the hygienist who is, it turns out, a mum from the children's primary school. I see the dentist straight a...