Loving The Bird and The Fox, who play all day long. Fox has caught two mice today and no birds. Both of them have played underneath the sofa for at least an hour, climbing under the throw.
Loving the long evenings
Loving the fact my Mum will be here on Friday
Loving having my Dad over here too
Loving my turnips which are coming on great guns
Loving the garden
Loving the Tilly Flop when she skip-dances and when she skips back to the door, her ears flapping
Loving the Moll and her random energy bursts where she races about
Loving being in my comfy bed
Loving having a bedroom that’s now 16 degrees at night
Loving having a posse of boys wave at me and call me Madame Lee
Loving how gorgeously made-up Marine, one of my Bac students, is – subtlety and style – no thick make-up that I went for when I was too young and dumb to realise what perfect skin I had.
Loving Deb and Joanne: how lovely it is to have some sensible company beyond my family
Loving cauliflower cheese and hoping that my cauliflowers grow into big ones
Loving finding photos of Dylan I’d forgotten I’d taken
And loving Jake, who is very sweet and very funny. I hope he knows he’s fantastic.
He came in after school and asked me what a ‘tire-bouchon’ was. I didn’t know. I know a bouchon is a cork or a traffic jam, a bottle neck. And I know tirer is to take. So ‘take-cork’??! Corkscrew of course. Not only did he have to read in class, but he handled it with aplomb. I’m so proud of him. Later, I was uncorking a bottle of wine for Steve and I said to Jake: “What’s this?” as I brandished the corkscrew.
“It’s a C-O-R-K-S-C-R-E-W…” he said, totally deadpan. “God, Emma, you’re so clever, but you don’t even know that??!”
And not loving??
Sore ankles and feet from being on my feet all day
Tilly jingling all night last night. Back to the crate
How some people spend less time on their kids than I do with my plants. 81 minutes a week, say the stats. How can you justify that??