Thursday, June 20, 2013

Free, about turn and boy.

1. The last of the two parcels we're waiting in for arrives, so we are free to leave the house.

2. We hear Alec coming hesitantly down the stairs after his nap. Maggie goes to say hallo, and he turns round and hares back to the bedroom. When I investigate I find him with his bottom in the air and his head buried in a pillow. 'I gone all shy,' is the muffled explanation.

3. Our neighbour says, 'He looks like a proper little boy with his cheeky face and dirty hands.' Alec is covered in tomato sauce and chocolate cake and is poking a stick through our railings. I'm trying to get him to come inside and have a bath.

Going away, sweet peas and calls.

1. Waving off the last of our sleepover guests. Now we are free to be tired and grumpy. 2. A bunch of sweet peas -- bright stained glass col...