Grey February Day, a Splash of Colour... and Snow

Well, the ravens didn't flap down to the big demo in London. M thought about going and said we could go if he didn't (nope, we're not going to follow the why-the-heck-he-gets-first-dibs line of enquiry). But on the assumption that he was going to go, we instead arranged to take Looby Loo to watch a class at the ballet school she may start going to. This turned out to be cancelled, though no-one know this, and at least one little girl (other than LL who was fairly stoical about it all) was almost in tears. At least we remembered to buy a paper.

Prior to that we washed up (an interesting exercise in water economy when the hot's acquired by the kettleful from the stove), ran a load of washing, hung it up, ironed, got LL fed and dressed, fed cats, cleaned out litter tray. After. Didn't make lunch. Did wash up, make strawberry shortcake, wash up, make supper.

Somehow feel the day's gone to waste.

Still, enjoying again the serendipities of the contents of our box of organic fruit and veg, we peeled an ordinary-looking orange, of a thickish- rather than thinnish-skinned variety. So we expected sweet. We didn't expect a blood orange so red it looked like a freshly-extracted dripping heart. Deep, dark blood. And sharp with it. Full of flavour. Our fingers dripped, in a pleasantly gruesome fashion.

Found this whilst idly scanning unknown faces in the crowds: Make-a-Flake. No, not the crumbliest, flakiest chocolate type (since the ravens are, of course, pure as the driven...). Snow.