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Send her to sleep, like I’m asleep, too enjoyable

1. She’s over-excited and hot so I start to brush her. The panting slows as she calms down and within minutes, it’s replaced by the sound of gentle snoring.

2. I peer down the short road. Even though I’ve passed it every night this week on the bus (and countless times before that), it still strikes me as odd – the buildings are not unusual for around there but the dimensions and shop signs are just off, making the whole thing somewhat disconcerting – and it feels like I’m looking down a road in a strange town. I spend a lot of time looking down such mysterious roads in my dreams and it’s always slightly jarring when it happens in real life.

3. The four square ice cubes swirl in unison as I pour the cold liquid onto them. It’s terribly pleasing.

Living art, relocation, no question

8/7/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. The daddy long legs, stretched out off centre on the plain blue wall, looks like an art piece.

2. She comes to get me, mid-afternoon, and tells me to sit on her sofa with her for a while. She wants to snuggle into me, to wriggle on me and get some love – and she can’t do that easily when I’m sat at my desk.

3. The instant acceptance is surprising – I help with costumes, we banter back and forth, and I get swatted with snowy tennis rackets.

Not at all alone with the moon – a day of company

28/6/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. All of Team Peach is on the bed when we wake up and we sing the ‘Team Peach on the Bed’ song. (“Team Peach on the bed, fa la la la la. Carla on the bed, La la la la la. Boron on the bed, Bee bee bee bee bee. Lily on the bed, Lil alil lil lil. Team Peach on the Bed, Carla, Bee and Lil.” Yes.)

2. We cook together for the second night in a row – last night working together filling skewers then bbqing them, today working side by side on our own mammoth creations. Cooking is usually a solitary activity, it’s nice to have company for a change.

3. He washes, I dry and we both sing along to the music.

3BT – embarrassing, nearly there, alchemy

13/6/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. We stop at the park on the way home – the park that looks like a stereotypical village green, next to a church, with a cricket pitch in the middle – and run around with Lily. Despite her initial excitement, she tires quickly and we sit down next to her. She immediately gets up, walks to the other side of the path and sits down again. We laugh, imagining her saying “Ugh! Muuum! Daaad! Don’t sit near me and embarrass me in front of the other springers!”.

2. Rain stops play in the garden so we retreat inside. We unpack some books – some of the last boxes to be unpacked since the move. With each box we empty, we free up a little more space, feel a little more settled.

3. The magical transformation when the flour and butter are completely rubbed together. The light powder and sticky solid become almost grainy.

3BT – the foraging trio, mmm charity, from my viewpoint

12/6/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. I call for Carla but she’s already on the balcony waiting for me and the three of us – me, her and Lily – head into the woods. Lily paddles in the beck and Carla climbs trees while I pick pungent pods for pickling.

2. The (very) local Leonard Cheshire home is having a garden fete and, joined by the Slaters, we walk over to check it out. As the brass band plays, I find cute polka-dotted vintage handkerchiefs and we buy cake in the name of charity.

3. Looking up, my vision is field with green. Looking down, our neighbours’ party balloons are reflected in the glass.

3BT – it’s just a tribute, not all the letters, worth the wait

11/6/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. John and I often hold conversations in the form of song, usually singing alternate lyrics to an earworm or the song we’re currently playing. Today’s conversation in song: I explain that I’ve left the door key in my hoodie pocket and my hoodie is at the bottom of the garden because by the time I’d got there, I’d realised it was too hot to wear it for the walk. I explain that to the tune of Tenacious D’s Tribute.

2. The tubby black cat jumps over the lazy dog.

3. It nearly doesn’t happen – it’s already late and we’re hungry – but John decides it’ll take as long to get curry delivered as it will for him to make his own keema achar. He thinks it’s too lamby but I think it’s delicious. The seeds add variety to the flavour of the sauce. “Are there fennel seeds in here?” I ask him at one point. There are.

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