In the park this afternoon, to a 4 year old boy "How are you?"
"I do not exist today". OK then.
Little Fish is worried that the cats will get bored and has decided they need stimulation.
Goway does not think much of this plan.
I have taken this much peelings to the compost bin.And stewed up this much apple for pureeOnly to discover this many apples waiting once more to be choppedAnd this many still to fall.
My freezer is full, my fingers are sore and the girls are rebelling against daily applesauce.
Meanwhile, Goway is beginning to play again. He is fascinated with the cord from my dressing gown, and likes to tug and tug at it. This is entertaining in the evening, but embarrassing when our carers come in the mornings, and downright disconcerting when the postman is at the door. Perhaps I should get dressed occasionally. To prove that I do, at times, wear clothing and abandon my dressing gown, I thought I'd share this picture.
Goway pulled and tugged and pulled and tugged the cord the other day, until suddenly the whole dressing gown came to visit him. At which point he leapt two foot into the air, did an impressive double back flip, and bolted. It hasn't stopped him trying again and again to kill this thing.
I call the above pic "I fought the cord, and the cord won".
Little Fish is branching out into moving pictures. Excuse the mess. You'll need your sound up to appreciate it properly.
And there you have it, odds and ends from a fairly bitty day.