Sensory input

Visual - I have watched a shoal of tiny fish move around the bay in the port, marvelling at how they move like a flock of birds, how they split and reform and leap when the mere shadow of a bird flies over. A few seagulls had miserable attempts at catching them. One was finally successful, and was then harried by another until it dropped its catch.
Little Agu played on the beach with the daughter of the Chinese restaurant. They made 'snowballs' which they presented to us at the table, some decorated with bougainvilea leaves, some were intricately formed into turtles and faces. To watch them play together, so creatively and with such fun was a wonder in itself, but to see how boys and girls can delight in each other was another thing.

Sound - We are still listening to the The Story of Classical Music, in the car after two or so years. Well, Agu gets his way in the absence of Ben, who understands the word classical as referring to classic rock. I'm happy with both their interpretations. Agu 'wrote' a score for me to play on the piano, which I duly interpreted. He seemed happy enough with my efforts. It had soldiers drawn at the end to tell me I had to Stop!
Also, Ben has rung me three times to tell me he's been up the Eiffel tower and then later to say he's seen otters playing about where they are now staying. It's unusual for him to call me so much, but he sounds very, very happy and I like to let him to take things at his own pace when he's away. Otherwise I'd call him everyday.

Taste and smell have to go to coffee, dim sum and the glass of red wine I have to my side.

Touch - well I guess the sand on my feet, the humidity in the air and the sheets that are calling me as I write.

But Agu needs some more input. How many hours are there in an infinite day? and what happens when time explodes? For 6, I find this a little alarming. And rather wonderful.