Picnic lunch watching my brother-in-law play cricket. He’s the one batting below.
(Note the black armbands all the players are wearing in memory of the dead cricketer, Phillip Hughes).
In my garden.
Baby asparagus shoot.
Cormac, aged 5.
So many eggs.
I felt contented, for the first time in a long time.
I mended a broken door, all by myself like it was no big deal and these things don’t completely baffle and/or terrify me.
I cooked. Rosemary and lemon roast. Spinach quesadilla. Tomato and basil risotto.
I took the kids for a bike ride first thing in the morning.
I bought them advent calendars, the old-fashioned cardboard ones with windows. I let them open a window early because they go to their dad’s tomorrow night.
I laughed at text messages.
I watched Boyhood.