After a month of rain it was nice to see the dark morning sky lighten to blue instead of grey. Cathy left the house at 7.00am to go and study for her law exam at 9.30, and Eleanor woke up at 7.15 in a tangle of sheet and a mop of hair.
“What would you like for breakfast?”
“TOAST AND JAM!”
She discovered plum jam recently and it is now at the zenith of its popularity.
After breakfast we decide that dancing might be the best way to start the day. We hold hands and go round and round in dizzying circles while daddy tries to sing Sweet Disposition until we collapse on the ground in a heap.
I say “I wish I could sing like that.” Eleanor lifts her head off my chest and gives me a consolatory pat.
“That’s ok, daddy.”
My therapist is three.
The next song comes on, and it is the song for the day.
We go to the pool, we have a bath, we go down to the south coast to play in the rock pools. It would be nice if life were always like this.