fortyish australian, lives in terraced house in north london with a 4 year old and a feisty but fading goldfish. reads far too many 'mommyblogs'. misses sunshine and blue skies and twisties. addicted to reading actual books, sleeping and the scent of roses in other people's gardens.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Walking
home from town on a dark cool evening is made pretty special by the
company of a small boy dashing along with his eyes on the sky calling
out 'Hey moon, wait up!'
