Place of safety
The weather forecast was poor this morning, but the Boy Wonder wanted to feed some ducks, so we rushed him into Stratford as soon as we could persuade him out of pyjamas and into clothes. In an ideal world he … Continued
Contemplation
When R and I arrived in Cardiff this morning and turned into the road where we always park, the Boy Wonder and his mother were waiting at the end of it, and when he saw who was getting out of … Continued
Municipal planting
“Oh!” said the Boy Wonder (all other tactics for delaying our departure from the park having failed). “Flowers! Go look at the pitty flowers?” “They are lovely, aren’t they?” I said. “Beautiful.” “Byooful,” agreed B, attaching himself to the railing. … Continued
Three generations
Starting at 5.45am with the piping alarm call, “Granma! GRANMA!”, the Boy Wonder and his maternal oldies had a busy and fun-filled morning: breakfast, car ride with singing, Stratford playground, feeding of swans and geese on the Avon (no ducks … Continued
