3BT – keeping separate, worth the work, evening walk
1. The clear oil cuts through the beetroot-stained vinegar on the plate. 2. I’m re-reading ‘I Capture The Castle’ by Dodie Smith yet again. The introduction to my edition tells me: “[Dodie] rewrote every line, under [husband] Alec’s critical supervision, hearing every line of dialogue in her head and unable to stop thinking about it [...]
3BT – puppy love, unusual blooms, kitty love, John love
1. I’m pawed, I’m licked, I’m nibbled all over. He can’t decide whether to eat his lunch or play with me so runs back and forth between both options until I’m tired. When I get back home, Lily thinks I smell very interesting and I’m grateful for her comparative calmness. Later on, they play together [...]
3BT – combing, misty, mmm
1. While John’s out, we have a lazy day, the dog, the cats and me. I comb Lily for one cartoon, then Carla for another. Carla, despite being a third of the size of the dog, wins the fluff shedding contest. Both feel softer and smoother by the time the funnies come to an end. [...]
3BT – t-shirt weather, beg you hear our play, pink again
1. For the second day in a row, we head out for a walk unencumbered by jackets or jumpers. The dog is in the beck more than out. The stretch of pasty skin between my trainers & my (long) shorts is spattered with mud by the time we return home. 2. They look at each [...]
Four beautiful things from the weekend
Saturday: 1. We walk further into West Wood that we’ve done before and come across high cliffs of rock with dangling ivy floating in the breeze; a dead tree snapped in half; a precarious overhang. 2. The garage at the end of the road (which, strangely, sells some of the best samosas I’ve ever eaten) [...]
Six Beautiful Things from the weekend
1. “This wood will keep you warm next winter,” I tell Carla as she watches me pull thick branches from the giant pile and stack them on the dormant flower bed. Further down the garden, John is building a platform where the wood will season while I’m sorting it from the twigs (which will be [...]
3BT – Punguins, returned, perfect timing
1. We have Penguin biscuits with our tea and I deadpan the joke on the back to John. As usual, he tries to solve the puzzle with logic: “it’s always a pun to do with it being black and white… living in the Antarctic… not being able to fly… about its flippers or beak…” On [...]
3BT – not a beautiful thing, stash, tails up
1. John chewing his food is not a beautiful thing. Especially when he is pointing at the half-chewed food in his open mouth and indicating that he and it are beautiful things. No, no. 2. I’ve unintentionally forgotten to visit two of my favourite web comics for a few weeks so have a stash of [...]
