We had a little painting session without a baby trying to eat the brushes and drink the water. It was lovely.
I've been listening to Caitin Moran read her book 'How To Be A Woman'. She is just wonderful. I'm washing up and folding laundry and making beds with one ear-phone in, in my usual housework routine, and I'm veering wildly between tears of laughter, fist-pumps of solidarity and wretched sadness at the feeling that I will never write this well. Ah, that's how it goes.
Term 2! Thin autumn sunshine, hot water bottles, Game of Thrones, painting projects, writing plans, an exceptionally good season of Survivor (and two big kids just learning the fun of Survivor strategy analysis), soccer season and vegetable lasagnes. May the fun begin.