Monthly Archives: July 2013
Drawing to a close.
At the end of every day, once the kids are in bed and I’ve drunk more tea than I care to admit, I wade my way through the toys, (still left on the floor) to our computer and I sit down and have a think of the things that have happened in the day.
I open my little moleskine sketchbook and I draw them.
Hair.
I think Arnie is having a major moult. He seems to be making up for the lack of summer of previous years.
A warm sea.
Yes a warm sea to swim in!
Almost makes the racket they all made on the car journey down to the beach, the tantrums and the sulky strops worth it.
It ‘aint half hot mam.
Since Evie has been born, our summers have been a lot on the wet and windy side and less on the belting hot side.
Well it’s belting hot now.
Prickly heat.
Gruff’s covered in a lovely heat rash, which can only mean one thing, we must be actually having a summer this year.
When your blood runs cold…
..on a a very hot summer’s day, in a crowd of fifty thousand people watching the red arrows.
Where the hell is my son?
Feeling very greatful to the police, the special constables, the lovely people on the beach and coastguard for returning my happy adventurer to us.
I feel like I’ve aged ten years today.
Noon day sun.
It’s hot here in Swansea, really hot. Best take to the shade and dream up your plans for another day.
The beach is in my lunchbag.
Evie’s had a school trip to the beach. I just hope she’s left enough of it behind for others to enjoy.
The birds.
Our resident jackdaws have raised a lovely brood of chicks this year. The dawn chorus has never sounded so loud.
Things are getting decidedly Hitchcock around here…
Buzzy bee sos.
Can’t leave a floundering bumble bee, it’s the first one I’ve seen this year!
One teaspoon of sugar and two teaspoons of water mixed up and poured on some kitchen paper.
Oh and it’s fluffy.
Doodlemum 