Thursday, February 25, 2021

Light, air and roots.

1. This morning without being asked Alec opens the shutters of our bedroom so I have enough light to type.

2. To open a window and feel new air hurrying into the room.

3. My beans have put down roots.

Teeth, going out and smallish town.

1.  A nice chatty gossip with the hygienist who is, it turns out, a mum from the children's primary school. I see the dentist straight a...