Have been worrying about how I'm going to balance the multiple demands of that delicate witching hour, 4-5, now that the weather is gorgeous and my toddler wants to play outside with the big kids. Can't be in two places at once. Well, this may be my fate (and our neighbours'): me shouting every minute and a half out the open windows, "Who can see CJ??" Thank heavens for good fences.
On the other hand, my shouting is probably the least of our neighbours' noise concerns, given the cacophony of construction orchestration going on outside our front door. This is the clearly marked "Road Closed" sign, which I ran out just now to photograph because it WILL NOT LAST. In fact, Kev informs me that the line-up of pylons has already been dismantled by some enterprising driver in a hurry. I am striving not to let it bug me lest I morph into one of our neighbours, whom I shall refer to as The Mayor of W Street, who lives to be the bearer of bad news, and is on a quest to smite those who commit all and any minor by-law and traffic infractions. He's also sometimes generous, and this afternoon left for us, without a word of explanation, this little red wagon.
Labels: cooking, play, spring