I realised when playing with my children today that what we are doing everyday with them is making memories. What a privilage, and how daunting and fragile that is.
I explained to the delivery man (who asked) about the noise my hens were making. "They are about to lay eggs, they just want to share it with you". "Oh," he said. "Nice one, chickens".
A very old friend who has never seen J, its been years since we met up, sent him a birthday card.