Thursday, July 24, 2014

Clear skies, mostly successful and daddy's girl.

1. In the background I can see a no longer sulky boy burying his anger in the ground. "He really ought to go to drama classes," says his mother.

2. At the end of the day I realise that I have been mostly successful in keeping our cleaning lady's work pristine for Nick to enjoy.

3. It's getting on for 9pm and I'm feeling rather thundery because a certain small person is so busy practising her walking that she is not at all ready to go to sleep. But Nick says, with a beatific smile, as he plays with her, "She's like the loveliest pet."

At the gate, invitation and beetroots.

1. I find yet more recycling and squinting in the drizzle, go down to the gate to put it out. Our neighbour is at her gate and we grumble ge...