A bit of a low-key end to a low-key year. I'd planned to do some sort of round-up of 2009 before the calendar flipped over, but it'll have to wait; been too busy enjoying the beaches on the other side of the world. Eight and a half years in Edinburgh, and I was away for its only white Christmas in all that time! Season's greetings, indeed. (Scottish pun which nobody else will get.)
Wherever you are, I hope 2010 brings you far too many good things.
This has been our alarm clock for the past week:
Twingkoo TWINGKOO LITTUL STAHHH
HA wa WONDAH WHAT-choo ahh
UP ah-BUV the WHIRR so HIGHHH
LIKE a LIIIE-ka IN the SKYYYYY
Twingkoo TWINGKOO LITT-ul stah
HA wa WON-dah whatchoo ahhh.
I think he’s onto something. “Like a Laika in the sky” is a much better line.
William is going through a toy car phase, which from my own experience will last eleven years. He tracks down his “tiny cars” as soon as he wakes up, clutches them to his chest all day, and resists attempts to prise them out of his hands with cries of “MINE car!”, so we have to wait until he’s asleep. Getting him to sleep is a challenge again, though, because now after lights-out the wall next to his bed becomes an impromptu racetrack for the next hour.
My new year’s resolution was to write more, here, there, and everywhere. So naturally, instead of writing here, I’ve spent all my evenings over the past week sorting through the photos I took last year and didn’t post because I wasn’t writing here. These are the most recent and relevant, with older ones to come. Happy new year, and may the frosts of recession never crack and craze your calm surface.
28 December 2009
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