oh yeah, ultramarina - that just nails it, doesn't it? that weird, covering up thing we have to do.

brings to mind an open house we went to in the spring...

DD5, surveying the horde of screaming 6/7 y/olds in the back of the gym, slings a world-weary arm over the back of her chair and deadpans, "WHERE are their PARENTS?"

(i need to stop now, i could read these all day!)


Every Sunday it brooded and lay on the floor. Inconveniently close to the drawing-room door.