Small boy is dropped off after school by taxi, walking towards the kitchen door over the lawn,
in the twilight,
as its snowing (again)…….
mum waiting with door wide open and a smile.
Small boy says;
“Its snowing again, you’d think it would be tired by now wouldn’t you?”
A priceless moment, I needed a laugh.
Some colour for you today, I got the paints out with the best of intentions,
but I reacted badly to antibiotics Number 4 and spent the afternoon curled up on the sofa with a good book instead.
Trying AB’s Number 5 tonight.