and very odd it feels too.
Was woken this morning by heartbroken wailing when Small arrived downstairs to look for his sister and realised she still wasn’t there. He really is extraordinarily fond of her – he’s asleep now, before she’s back, and I’m sure he’s going to be thrilled in the morning when he wakes up and does find her.
Quiet day for me – spent the morning pottering on the puter (I know that’s surprised you all) and amusing Small, then took to bed just after lunch for no apparent reason other than that I was absolutely exhausted. Tim took over Small duty, and I left him to it while I slept for hours and then read a Deric Longden book, The Cat Who Came in from the Cold
. I rather like Deric Longden – I’ve been to a couple of readings by him, and then I met him in the restaurant at Sainbury’s in Huddersfield. It was rather fun actually – it was just around Christmas, a good few years ago now, probably before Big was one. We had a lovely meal together, and this chap over in the corner kept looking over at us. As he got up to leave, he stopped to say how nice it was to see a mother and her child chatting and enjoying time together, and I asked if it was him. He got terribly tongue-tied as he agreed that he was, and then he left. For Christmas that year, mother got me one of his books
, signed.
There you go, my claim to fame. Not as glamorous as other ppl’s author connections I’ll admit, but I like it 🙂
Anyway, still waiting for the return of the prodigal daughter and the pasta sauce has beeped, so must be off to sort out tea.
