Week 297: Auntie skip-rope
May 11, 2024
- Carrying C the very short walk home from nursery (because even though he is nearly four I cannot say no when he asks for a carry). I kiss his cheek, which is covered in sand for reasons I did not bother to ask about, and say “I love you”. He strokes my arm so tenderly, almost absentmindedly, and says “yeah… and I love spotting aeroplanes”
- Finally the weather has picked up. I spent my non-working friday sweating profusely in the greenhouse getting the tomatoes set up.
- I love being part time. Or “fractional” as The Men have now termed it.
- VERY LOUD VOICE “I’m auntie skip-rope”
- On Saturday we did the big beach café day: Go to Hove. Go in the sea. Go to the splash park. Go to the play park. Cry because you’re so tired and your mum won’t let you drive the car home.
- Didn’t see the northern lights.
- I got a propagation box from Conservatory Archives. There were about 20 cuttings in there and along with three plants I already had, only one that I absolutely don’t want (a creepy begonia)
- Cut my plants in to pieces, this is my last resort. Propagation! No Breathing! Don’t give a ** if I cut my arm bleeding!