Chillier

 

Today it was COLD! What a shock to the system. In town, people were walking around in their summer clothes - with jerseys (this is Britain) but only thin ones - looking surprised and murmuring to each other, "That's a very chilly wind."

 

My hanging baskets are still quite pretty, as is the rest of the garden, but light levels are falling, the days are shortening and before long it will be autumn. Why does this come as a surprise every year?

 

 

Grandson has a cold and though generally as cheerful as ever, is less stoical than usual when faced with minor disasters such as getting himself stuck on the Velcro on his play tunnel, being squashed into layers of clothes or being kept waiting ten seconds longer than he would like for his lunch. He finds it difficult to sleep, too, since he sucks his thumb when falling asleep and then can't breathe. He has to go suck, suck, gasp, suck, suck, gasp.

 

 

Most of the time he beams, though.

 

 

Look at him reading that book. That's my boy.