Katie's Job

We have a milkman in our new street. We go through about 10 pints of milk a week, so I took the decision we can't really justify the full lot coming from the milkman (it would cost almost £10 a week instead of £2.50....) but three times a week we now get milk on our doorstep in the morning. Katie loves the milkman milk, with its tasty cream at the top and proper glass bottle. She has taken it upon herself that it's her job on a morning to bring in the milk, have a chat to the milkman and usually a neighbourhood cat or two. 

She got a journal from one of her friends for her birthday. She's loving the concept of writing in it every day. She writes morning and night, it's very cute. Then she wrote yesterday about how they'd learnt about Guy Fawkes trying to kill the King because he wouldn't let them go to Church. 

In other news, without making a conscious decision I have lapsed into terrible iphone snaps of Katie for my journal. It makes me sad when I think back to the beautiful photos I used to have and I have decided to make the effort to use the big camera. We don't have wifi anymore so it will mean blips are posted in lumps for a while until I get a dongle or such but it will make my heart happier when I look back at her journal in years to come!