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Lobster Pot
Last night (whilst watching Q&A from Alias season one) I was summoned upstairs by a bawling Ryan. There was something new in his cot - Beatrice. She had climbed out from the lower bunk to the windowsill, moved along the windowsill and then dropped into his cot. Only one problem - she couldn't get out again.
I fished her out, calmed my upset son and went back downstairs to finish my box-watching. This morning I went in to collect them both for breakfast and discovered Beatrice back in the cot again. It looks like this is going to be her thing for the month (I wish she'd gone for potty training instead). Oh well, better get used to it.
This week is the Last Week Before Playgroup, (although Mother and Toddler groups will be re-starting). I met Vicki on my way to Tesco and she reassured me that the playgroup would not ring up on the first morning asking me to remove the duo and never darken their door again (although she did give Ryan a thoughtful look as she said this). I believe her. Mostly. If all goes according to plan then I'll have a couple of free hours two mornings a week. But only if all goes according to plan.
Writing-wise no big news. Roland Versus Sophie is waiting for printer paper before I get a copy bound. This means that Empty-handed goes back to being my main writing task. I'm only about a quarter of the way through, but may still finish by Christmas.
Oh, and I'm enjoying my new coffees (a present from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quisalan as mentioned here). The Vietnamese one is slightly more bitter than I'm used to (I mostly drink Columbian) but the Pico Duarte (Dominican Republic) is lovely. However it should not describe itself as "chocolate tasting" because it doesn't. In fact, I've never met a coffee which did, despite this being a popular descriptive phrase. But then maybe I'm just a bit picky about chocolate.
I fished her out, calmed my upset son and went back downstairs to finish my box-watching. This morning I went in to collect them both for breakfast and discovered Beatrice back in the cot again. It looks like this is going to be her thing for the month (I wish she'd gone for potty training instead). Oh well, better get used to it.
This week is the Last Week Before Playgroup, (although Mother and Toddler groups will be re-starting). I met Vicki on my way to Tesco and she reassured me that the playgroup would not ring up on the first morning asking me to remove the duo and never darken their door again (although she did give Ryan a thoughtful look as she said this). I believe her. Mostly. If all goes according to plan then I'll have a couple of free hours two mornings a week. But only if all goes according to plan.
Writing-wise no big news. Roland Versus Sophie is waiting for printer paper before I get a copy bound. This means that Empty-handed goes back to being my main writing task. I'm only about a quarter of the way through, but may still finish by Christmas.
Oh, and I'm enjoying my new coffees (a present from
quisalan as mentioned here). The Vietnamese one is slightly more bitter than I'm used to (I mostly drink Columbian) but the Pico Duarte (Dominican Republic) is lovely. However it should not describe itself as "chocolate tasting" because it doesn't. In fact, I've never met a coffee which did, despite this being a popular descriptive phrase. But then maybe I'm just a bit picky about chocolate.