1. I left my phone unsupervised last night, and this happened:
I don't know if you can tell, but the birthday party was good.
2. In a fit of productivity this morning - and in an effort to take advantage of what may well be the last sunny day of the year - Wolf swept the back garden while I put away and covered the outdoor furniture for the winter. And in so doing, I found some old rackets in the garden shed. The following conversation ensued:
Me: What are these? * points to racket-shaped spiderwebs *
Wolf: My squash rackets!
Me: You play squash?
W: I used to.
Me: Like, what, ten years ago? Can we get rid of these?
W, with complete indignation, as though I suggested we murder the neighbor's cat and have it for supper: No, of course not!
Me: But you'll never use them.
W: I might! Someday!
3. I can't stop thinking about Christmas sandwiches and I want to know why the nearest Pret is miles away.
The sun appears to have gone already, which makes me happy. Sundays are made for being lazy and snuggly and I want to light the fire and wrap myself in a blanket and it's hard to do all that when blue skies are blinding you through the window. GO AWAY, SUN! You're ruining EVERYTHING!
Wolf's making kashmiri butter chicken in the slow cooker and there are not words for how good it smells. Guy is on fire today. I guess he can keep his rackets. Also, this:
IT'S A CAT RIDING A WOLF DISGUISED AS A CAT, YOUGUYS.
Okay, time to get that fire roaring and nestle down with the old edit. Happy Sunday, all!
Big hugs and lots of love,