Wednesday, 6 October 2010
A room with a view
There is a rare moment of wakefulness in the morning and my daughter lays the table for breakfast. She places three bowls in a row, and insists that Mummy sits next to her. My son sits on the other side, a cosy threesome in the chill morning air (we can't yet shut the window properly).
"Isn't this lovely," I say, "all three of us together."
My daughter giggles. She's delighted, cuddling up to me. There is more reluctance from my son.
"Yeah," he grunts, "and looking at Dad's underpants."
Must, must, must find alternative space for drying clothes...