The Manager
“Zzzzz,” said Baby B as we walked out into the garden, jiggling his hand up and down to indicate the flight of a bee. “OK, ” I said, “we can look for a bee. But I don’t think we’re going … Continued
Washing up
“You go and see him how often?” said a choir friend (with umpteen grandchildren, all now in their teens and twenties, several living within ten miles of her). “Why???” My answer: if you can, why wouldn’t you? At sixteen months … Continued
The Red Shoes
H drove down from the Frozen North yesterday, to collect a guitar which has recently been re-fretted by the luthier in Stratford. Happily for R and me he was able to spare the time to spend a couple of days … Continued
Bug spotting
Poor Baby B wasn’t his best self this morning: due to a combination of yet another cold, and (we suspect) some more teething, he was distinctly fraj, and moved from smiles and games to stormy tears on the turn of … Continued
Boy bonding
As you can see, R isn’t besotted with his grandson at all. We had a great day with the Boy Wonder today – he was funny and charming all day. The games he’s making up are becoming more and more … Continued
Primary baby
To Cardiff again today, where I’m happy to report that not only is Baby B now Covid-negative, but his molars are far enough through for the desperate discomfort of Monday to have stopped, and for him to have recovered his … Continued