ailbhe | The sun has got his hat on (Reply)

It's a glorious day, and we've finished all the morning's housework, and we've made a crown all covered in pompoms (and disassembled it; there are feathers all over the dining room), and we're having our snack before going to the park.

So the telly is on, because that way I get a much quieter snack. The more pregnant I get the more telly Linnea watches. Right now, we're watching the show with a presenter I find confusingly attractive. Rob says it's because he shares specific characteristics with my favourite ex, and I think he's right, but I can't help thinking there's something specifically peculiar about having a little crush on a children's tv presenter.

Various people I know are having very difficult times right now - personal and family tragedies and traumas, life complications, or "just" burgeoning depression. I feel slightly frivolous to be eating flapjacks in the sun from the bay window, watching cute gangly men on toddler television. I am thinking of you. I just don't have the faintest what I can do to help.