I’ll admit I’ve written a few odd posts during my recent bookandbedding. I should never blog at night, I really do fall asleep mid post.
My posts are also woefully devoid of pics and colour and vibrancy, which provide context. There just hasn’t been the time to nurture and care for my little ones. But I wanted to post about my little Monkeyface, running at me, burnished pink face upturned to mine, as she held Jan Piekowski’s Weather straight ahead of her.
The blog may presently be in black and white, but our days are still in colour.
Precious, precious child.
For David Cameron. We already know we need to read to our children