past

... their best. The same roses from a few days ago, still smelling fantastic but definitely not too fresh looking.

Friday: two weeks back and the holidays now really do seem a dim and distant memory. Second day of Nanny McPhee and all seems to have gone well; it's very odd coming home to a house that's tidy, the children are fed and playing quietly and there's nothing for us to do but say hello, bath them, read stories and then put them to bed. Very odd indeed.

Another day of exceptionally light traffic. Monday is going to be utter bedlam.

Some good tunes today: Muncie Girls and Black Foxxes.

Extras: the feline +1 contemplating whether to leap onto my head as I walk down the stairs. When he was a kitten he used to have a mad half-hour around 10pm, and if we had friends visiting he would quite often run under the sofa, up the back, jump out behind whom so ever happened to be sitting on the sofa, clamp their head in his front paws and start trying to gnaw at the top of their head. He's not changed much.