I am slowly resurfacing after being knocked for six by a particularly vicious bout of flu. Excepting childbirth, that’s the worse I’ve felt since I had Covid.
Here’s a book of bats – I opened my work notebook on Monday morning to find it full of these little creatures, courtesy of Auri.
Back from a weekend camping. Elfi’s first time in a tent! She loved it, as she does anything that’s outside – definitely an outdoors baby.
Yesterday, I spent twelve hours taking apart my old, rickety bookcases, dusting and cleaning the books, and putting them all on their shiny, new bookcases. This morning, walking into the sitting room was a bit like getting up the day after you’ve decorated the house for Christmas.
Quite the haul of chanterelles!
Today was a butterfly day, with Red Admirals and Peacocks aplenty. There have been so many this year.
Walking to school, Auri and I spotted nine butterflies on a single buddleja bush, with more resting on the stone wall beside.
Family portraits don’t come much cuter than this.
Today has been a comedy of errors. And the rain has truly set in. Sunny walks in the woods earlier this week are already a distant memory.
Euan is back from a few days undertaking fieldwork for his elm work in Skye, so I am fortunately no longer the only person at home to do things like clear up half a tube of toothpaste smeared all over the sink and the bath, and wipe down toys which have been attacked with unicorn slime. Oh, the glamour of my life.
Somehow, today was Auri’s first day at school. Already.
As I did when Elfi started nursery earlier this month, I spent half the day flinching, thinking I’d misplaced a child somewhere.
Euan and I dropped Auri off in the morning, then went for a very civilised coffee and breakfast pastry in a mildly shell-shocked daze. Later, there was lunch.
