Today we just tidied up, messed with Lego, ate, argued, whinged, sketched, and some of us used more sellotape than any one person should get through in a lifetime. We discussed pinworms, which was charming, and plants. As I type, R is cooking dinner and E, age 6, is cutting oranges in half for juicing, choosing which ones are too mouldy or hardened to use and which are worth cutting open to see how bad they are. We seem to have a lot of oranges.
I wish we didn’t all have such a horrible cold. It’s making people very difficult to live with.