Toast

Even in her sleep (yes she is fast asleep rather than refusing to get up, that came a little later) she manages to find absolute comfort, with sufficient space for air to pass to and fro but not allowing much heat to escape from exposed body parts. Still, it was cold last night, and the floors to the bedrooms are stone and chilly to the extreme. Only fools venture downstairs without slippers, and probably the reason why vanity never really struck me as important - I am not freezing my kippers off for anything!

I went ice skating today with the little one, not that I saw much of her. Feelings of loss of control aren't really my thing, but aside from confidence reducing jolts in the wrong direction, I managed to stop where I wanted (at least going forward). Backwards created unwanted and involuntary momentum - approach with caution.

Seedlings doing well in the courtyard; my neighbour and I put the world to rights over tea.

The piano tuner, Tom, is arriving tomorrow which will cure middle D and the next octave D, and I am meeting Peter Seabrook Esq (name drop) at lunch to talk about gardening - nice :-)