So the clocks spin forward an hour catapulting us into proper spring with promise of summer not far behind. This week in London we had the most beautiful weather, and we’ve been out in it, pretty much constantly. It’s a bit of a shock to the system to go from winter’s snail’s pace to a hundred miles an hour zooming hither and thither, and the balance has definitely been weighed in favour of zooming.
Earlier in the week we spent most of our time at our local park, running after dogs and geese. On Friday, which turned out to be a scorcher*, we went to Battersea Children’s Zoo, which is fabulous – not only do they have animals, but the most incredible playground, with swings, sandpits and water contraptions, plus good picnic seating and a fire engine to climb on. Highly recommended if you’re in London with small people.
*you know, for March. It was 18 degrees. Maybe more. I took my cardigan off and caught the sun on my nose. That sort of scorcher.
Now I’m not one of nature’s runners, but the boy seems incapable of setting off at less than a good canter, so while my mum friends calmly watched their children walking from here to there, I was setting off at pace to catch the boy. It’s all hands in the air and shrieking with laughter, which is brilliant, but if I stop to chat there’s a good chance I’ll turn around and he’ll have disappeared off round a corner, or tripped and scraped his face. I’m not good with the bumps and scrapes, it turns out.
With all the running about, and all the fresh air, I’ve limited myself to a bit of crochet of an evening, using up some leftovers to make squares. I have no plans for them, other than to stick them in a bag, and one day when I have enough from all my odds and ends, I’ll put them together into a blanket. It’s how whole lives are made, isn’t it? A bit of this and a bit of that. It’ll be good to have a blanket that tells the same story.













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