Sunday, August 10, 2014

Magic numbers, lumpety lump and string.

1. Alec slowly and deliberately reads out the digits on the alarm clock (I can't see it without my glasses and I'm trying to teach him not to disturb me before 6am).

2. My cross and perturbed goddaughter cheers up a tiny bit when I put her on my knee and do 'A Farmer Went Riding' for her. Bettany stands beside me looking serious.

3. To roll string into a ball.

Done, moon and Irish fairy tales.

1. A meeting that is over by 9.30am. 2. A big full moon is stuck on next door's chimney pots. 3. By my bed is a large and comforting boo...