1. My new favourite French word: “un brouhaha”.
2. Drops making circles in the puddle that straddles the road. They overlap like the circles I was drawing last week with M.
2b. The (dog we call the) Major is standing outside his garden gate, keeping an eye on the empty road. He eyes us as we approach but he recognises us too. As John crosses to him to say hello, his tail rises in a steady motion and it is only when it is vertical that it begins to wag. As always, his fur is softer than we think.
3. Lily’s tail as John dries her. Later, she smells like shampoo.
4. I nerd out directing my little virtual trains while John watches films upstairs. I upgrade all my mega-loops with relative efficiency. This makes me happy.
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