Thursday, March 13, 2014

Sleeping on, green apple and syllables.

1. This morning Bettany and I can sleep... and sleep... and sleep. It's nearly lunchtime when we wake up properly.

2. I am rather pleased that in the selection of macarons there is a green apple flavoured one that delights Meredith.

3. When we are alone again Bettany talks "Da-da-da-da-da". The syllables come tumbling out of her mouth as if she can't stop.

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....