Wednesday, August 29
Tuesday, August 28
Monday, August 27
Saturday, August 25
Friday, August 24
Tuesday, August 21
Monday, August 20
Sunday, August 19
In the playhouse
This is Fiona's doughnut. That is Ramona's doughnut. This is Fiona's doughnut. That is Ramona's doughnut. They are just plastic, but we are still saying something important.
Saturday, August 18
Internet dating
Their first meeting, at Waterloo. She says 'this is the awkward bit' as they greet each other, awkwardly. They walk off together into the rest of their lives.
Friday, August 17
friday morning in Clerkenwell Crescent
so grey & blustery, the trees & birds look like they want to come inside
Thursday, August 16
BBQ, chilly evening
Thomas the cat is trying to eat Anna's halloumi from her plate on the ground. I shout but he doesn't even put an ear back. The veggie sausages are ready. A glass of red wine is spilt. We melt marshmallows into sweet pink goo. The hills stretch out below us. The light drains away.
Tuesday, August 14
Sunday, August 12
Saturday, August 11
skate park
we sit and watch as groups of boys - 6, 13, 15 - and a serious stout girl with pigtails - swoosh up and down the ramps on their bikes, scooters and skate-boards. a small boy falls badly. two older ones are there, picking him up, rearranging his bike, asking him if he's ok. he gets back on.
Friday, August 10
Thursday, August 9
Wednesday, August 8
new apple tree
the apples are getting big, but they all give under the pressure of my fingers. i am already disappointed.
Saturday, August 4
Ramona at eighteen months
She wanders away from her parents. I follow her outside. Together we chase after a blackbird. She blows kisses at it. The blackbird flies a little way off, we follow. A little way off. We follow. Suddenly she looks around and there is a big field of grass between her and her mummy. Until they are back in sight I can't stop her tears.
Friday, August 3
hanging basket
this universe of dark lobelia, bright petunia, pale geraniums, overseen by this dot on his web of silk
Thursday, August 2
Wednesday, August 1
My ninety year old nana after a bad day of travelling
She says Newport train station is the most awful thing she's ever seen. She said she'd blow the whole thing up if she could.
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