On the hunt for ideas

One day, when my son was 6, I watched him as he put on his socks.

He studied each of his toes, decided his big toe made for a good gun and pretended to spray the room with bullets. Then he examined the socks, put them on, studied the dinosaur design, realised they were inside out, so off they came and it began all over again. And then there was the other foot. All this while I stood, one eye on the clock, an ear out for the school bus which would arrive any moment.

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A little bit of green

‘Let’s get some flower pots inside,’ says N, in preparation for her birthday when she wants everything to look pretty.

She’s the only other person in the family who even notices said flower pots. Though calling them that is a bit of a euphemism given that most of them are flowerless greens. With my very limited gardening skills, all I can realistically aim for is keeping even these alive and healthy. When the occasional peace lily shows up there is much celebration.

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