Saturday, February 02, 2013

Babble, bread roll and supper.

1. The sound of Baby Loey's babbling. She makes a sort of ululation which takes me back to early last year.

2. At the end of nursery I am given a warm parcel wrapped in kitchen roll and shown pictures of Alec covered in flour. 'We've been making bread' explains the chap doing the handover. All the way home Alec talks about how he's going to eat his 'cakey wi' bupper and mook inna cup'. I make sure I get a nibble too, and that there's some left for Nick.

3. Grated Cheddar and coleslaw packed into a warm pitta.

Mist, no charge and well met.

1. Mist the colour of skimmed milk fills the Spa valley, drains and then fills it again. Here, the sky is clear blue all the way to the top....