Friday, January 24, 2014

Handover, clapping and going to bed.

1. It's been a tough morning and it's a relief to hand Alec over to the professionals at nursery.

2. I tell the physio that Bettany has finally mastered clapping after some days of trial and error. He looks thoughtful. "I suppose it is quite complicated." He does a few experimental claps. Bettany, looking joyful to meet someone who shares her interests, copies him.

3. Bettany and I dig into bed for the afternoon.

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...