Monday, December 04, 2023

Baking, applause and supper.

1. The clatter of a tin on the oven shelf.

2. I am a little early to collect Bettany from the show she's watching. From the café, I can hear the finale and the applause, and feel it, too.

3. I leave Alec with his dough: he seems to know what he's doing, adding milk and flour and complaining by turns that it's too wet and too dry. Half an hour later, we're eating pizza scones for supper.

Dress, drink and catch-up.

1. Walking out of the theatre, I hold his hand so he's not tempted to bolt across the swirly carpet into the forest of legs. We agree th...