Have had a lovely day in the garden with the boys. Arlo has been waddling about, shouting at trees. Jake, who has a creative rather than dynamic sprinting style, has been furthering his conviction that he is the fastest runner ever ever ever. He looked to me today for confirmation thereby presenting me with a dilemma: go along with it and let him be cruelly crushed with the truth from someone else at a later, and potentially more embarrassing, date. Or. Cruelly crush him with the truth myself. Obviously opted for the former, which had the added bonus of not having to put too much effort into racing him. Everyone’s a winner!

Also noticed how hirsute our stairs have become. Truly remarkably hairy. It would appear that all the hairs from the emerging pink scalps of our neighbourhood have receded onto our staircase to find solace and companionship. Nearly got as far as vacuuming them but thought a) could be stopping some of the draughts that are whistling up between our floorboards (surely Spring is not allowed to be colder than Winter?!) and b) that I urgently needed to, well, do absolutely anything else…So I shouted at trees for a bit with Arlo then inched a few more races with Jake. Like I said, a lovely day, and the house is no colder.

 

Still no word from La Winterson.