Occasionally when Boy One is all flung out over the furniture watching QI, playing suduku or listening to the Les Miserables soundtrack, I think with wonder about the tiny, scraggy little thing he once was. I didn’t embarrass him then, not the way I do now. Especially when I write things like this about him. He’s […]
31/365 Where Troubles Melt Like Lemon Drops
30/365 What’s on the bookshelf?
29/365 looking up and walking into puddles
Another day, another spectacular thing overhead. This time driving to collect Boy Three from nursery, a layer of yellow-tinged cloud was casting a warm glow on the puddles. At the fringes of the cirrus-cumulus confection blue sky showed, like trim on a particularly extravagant parasol.But while this was going on I wasn’t watching for flood water […]