their leisure

The other day Amos was doing an old-man-reading-newspaper-in-bed pose when reading in our bed prior to going to his. This stance makes him look somewhat like my dad, who sits in the same way, though given that he hid inside his Christmas pudding blanket when skyping my parents this morning it must have been an unconscious mirroring. I certainly don't sit like that. After the usual early: morning plant-watering I had time for just one non-reheated fresh coffee and a quiet read before the children woke, followed by a day of moving bookshelves up stairs and fitting them behind beds, siphoning a paddlingpoolsworth of water out of the kitchen window, discovering that yesterday evening's odd thump was the got of wood falling off the loft window and generally not getting round to anything I'd been planning on doing.