Monday, March 03, 2014

Call for help, the right thing and chicken pox.

1. To be able to call for Nick at 4am and get help with my puking baby. He changes the sheet and takes Alec away while I find clean clothes for Bettany. And he is there again half an hour later, fetching a towel and filling the water bottles.

2. It is mid morning on a Sunday and I would normally be cooking. I am sitting in bed with Bettany sleeping, draped limply across my knees. This feels like the right thing to be doing.

3. The speed with which Alec's spots appear is rather marvellous.

Done, moon and Irish fairy tales.

1. A meeting that is over by 9.30am. 2. A big full moon is stuck on next door's chimney pots. 3. By my bed is a large and comforting boo...