I visited the library for more books and bumped into Eilidh who was there with some friends. For the free WiFi rather than love of literature. Driving home I looked at the group of teenagers jumping off the pier into the estuary and saw Nathan, also with a bunch of friends.
It's true that thing about how life changes. Fast.
Warren took Iona to the beach, with a sneak trip to the icecream parlour across the road. Faux-sneak - I suggested he do it. That girl has loved her food since birth. She'll consume as much as you can throw at her, fresh fruit and salads as equally welcome as junk. That's her lunch there, just waiting some sliced cucumber to sit on top of the shredded chicken.
I meant to spend the afternoon working on my ever-lasting ripple blanket, or increasingly overdue Christmas present as it's now known, but lack of sleep (my back was sore and I had dreams of being a terrible mother) left me vaguely drifting through the rest of the day. I did decide one very important thing though. Next autumn I'm planting out all my pots with tulips.
