Domesticity

Children are a great distraction from the sad news and one's own sad feelings. Granddaughter, for example, had great fun with Playdoh (goodness me, how I disapprove of that spelling).

We also enjoyed our walk in the park. She insisted on wearing her sunhat, though it didn't really go with her outfit of warm tights and winter jacket. She's a hat person, like her mother and my mother - you wouldn't think there would be a gene for hat-wearing, but there appears to be. It kept blowing off in the brisk wind, but at least her appearance, and my frequent gallops to retrieve the headgear, made for some amusement among the dog walkers.

We've seen a lot of the children this week. Here, Grandson has made use of the wooden railway for some purpose which I now forget, but it wasn't railway-related.

And here he uses my measuring cups to investigate how many half-cups go into a whole one, and so on. Or that was the idea. I think he mainly enjoyed getting wet.

So no, nothing much has happened, and for that I'm grateful. What wickedness there is in the world.