Henz eat...

Well, amongst other things, expanded polystyrene. I can't really criticize: it formed a large part of my childhood diet (along with toothpaste, cardboard, the little plastic "beads" stuck on the outside of those kids' purses you don't seem to be able to buy these days...).

So, July

Where's it going?!

I'm going to note down what's been happening before I forget.

Quick nod in the direction of what would have been my mother's 67th birthday. Late present winged off for my brother's 37th. Both incomprehensibly big numbers.

A passing ear on the experience that was the combined choirs of St John's and King's singing Evensong last week (four of the--boy--choristers were ex-pupils of Looby Loo's piano teachers). A more than cursory glance at the window in King's chapel that has a picture of a window with a view through it to the outside of the painted world.

The lunacy of the current project: the suggestion from AMB being sound, but the additional complication added to its execution mad, mad, mad.

A round of applause to Looby Loo for learning to knit. And sticking at it. All I need do now is design the unicorn horn cosy (I'm trying so hard not to call it a condom, especially as LL explained--demonstrated--unicorn mating to me recently) for when she finishes the unicorn's scarf.

Much knitting of jumper.

The end of Dr Who, season 2. Not that I saw much of it crushed under the sobbing child. Whispers: can't say I'm sad to see Rose go, but don't tell Looby Loo. She's inconsolable. I kept thinking how there can't have been that much grief when Adric was really killed off. Well, not near me at any rate.