The weather is warm and yet the leaves are making a b-line for the ground. This time next month the likelihood is we'll all be looking back trying to remember what blue skies are like. But in this early spring, rubbish summer, blazing Autumn London, I'll take anything I can get.
Mariella is taking the first tentative stages to walking. She likes to stand and take a few steps while gingerly holding my hand or K's. Where exactly she has plans to walk to is anyone's guess. One thing is certain though: she'll be getting there soon.
The two and a half litres of sloe gin I made recently has now been steeping for a month. Every now again, when I'm in need of a minor physical and spiritual reassurance, I go and turn the storage jars over a few times. It makes a gratifying slosh of a sound that very much appeals. Some days I just need a couple of sloshes. On others it's more.
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