Boy time
Day one back from holiday. Desperate for a lie-in (because holidays are exhausting) – but no. Off to the Principality early doors, to spend a few hours with Baby B. Which we wouldn’t have missed for the world, by the … Continued
Beside the seaside
R and I arrived in Suffolk this afternoon, where we’re putting up for three nights at The Stables at Henham Park. Some of you may have been to Henham Park, which is where the Latitude Festival is held each year, … Continued
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
