Today started with finding a very distressed Z in the kitchen. He’d been doing the slug dance, (did I mention our very damp mouldy house is overrun by slugs in the dark hours, night wandering has to be done with caution) and had, due to a miscalculation in the savage stamping and head shaking – rain dance style, stomped on said slug.
An unpleasant end for the slug…and the dance. We arrived downstairs ready to do toast etc and found Zeph wailing about the state of his socks and the sad end of said mollusc. (this description is taken under advice from the house zoologist. Apparently slugs DO have shells. They are very small and internalised. Who knew.)
This unexciting looking bud is actually the reemergence of my beautiful overblown peony. It was in the garden when we moved here although not where I wanted it and I moved it against all advice which it didn’t give a fig about. It’s so incredibly luscious and short-lived. Can’t wait.
Ida has realised a long-held ambition to use a ruler. She started by very reasonably covering a sheet of paper in an extremely concentrated way. I should have spied trouble coming as I have just found lines all over the hall walls. Lucky I’m stripping them. (it’s a WIP people, you can’t hurry wall prep..)
After refusing to ever wear a hat she has now decided that her daily outfit is not complete without one. This number gives her an air of a trustafarian it girl doing an internship at a left field publishers. Or maybe, with the addition of a whistle, on her way to a rave. Remember them?