I'm tired. Was completely knackered last night and then didn't sleep too well.
Anyway, today's been a world of excitement for Sherlock - the eggs at his school hatched this morning, and it sounds like those poor chicks had thirty odd school kids staring at them as they took their first steps into the world.
He says they're different colours, and he's not sure yet if they'll grow into different types of chicken or not. I guess this is all the big plan to have the kids study them and note down the changes and stuff.
Can't remmeber what I was going to say now.
Oh, eggs. I found this the other day -
I think it's a duck egg. It was by the river. Obviously it's been eaten by some predator.
I showed it to Sherlock. We had a long chat about it. He started off, from the perspective of an egg-rearer himself, of thinking that whatever ate it was in the wrong. Now he isn't so sure. Dunno, is seven too young to be discussing life and death like this? I don't think so. Not with him, anyway.
And here's some blossom, from someone else's tree at the allotment. The sky really was that blue though.
Think it's going to be good, that place. Not just for the growing. Last night I dropped in on the way home and did a bit of watering. Was nice just to...be somewhere peaceful, doing something fairly mindless, inbetween work and home. I liked it.
Also, thanks for all the nice comments on my last post. I don't really know what to say to some of them, but I appreciate them all. Makes me...well, helps, thinking I can talk about things here. Helps even more that my experiences might somehow help other people. I know it's not that simple. I mean, all I learnt from Mum's experiences was how to hide things, lie and blame myself...but, well, it's a nice thought, anyway.