Twenty degrees at 7am (oh yessir, the new term is starting soon and we're getting into practice with the early mornings). And twenty degrees at high noon. Sky jam packed solid with dark, steel grey, not-very-friendly clouds.
The rest of the weather report stars B.
We are celebrating the fact that today, B (now two years one-and-a-half months) walked all the way down the hill.
And, later, all the way back up the hill - in a cloud burst complete with thunder and lightning, and for the last 20 metres through the village up to her little knees in fast-running water, and giggling all the way.
Thanks to Marianne for allowing herself to get drenched while helping us up the hill.
And to B for suddenly finding the wherewithal in those little legs to do all the walking, just in time for the new term. The lessons were fun (no, really - okay don't believe me then), but I'm glad I can now put the back carrier into mothballs.
PS Today, we say a sad arrivederci to our neighbours, Giorgio and Giovanna, who are leaving us after an unusually short summer visit, to return to the bright lights and glamour of the big city. We will miss you, as always.
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Wednesday, 3 September 2008
A milestone for B
Twenty degrees at 7am (oh yessir, the new term is starting soon and we're getting into practice with the early mornings). And twenty degrees at high noon. Sky jam packed solid with dark, steel grey, not-very-friendly clouds.
The rest of the weather report stars B.
We are celebrating the fact that today, B (now two years one-and-a-half months) walked all the way down the hill.
And, later, all the way back up the hill - in a cloud burst complete with thunder and lightning, and for the last 20 metres through the village up to her little knees in fast-running water, and giggling all the way.
Thanks to Marianne for allowing herself to get drenched while helping us up the hill.
And to B for suddenly finding the wherewithal in those little legs to do all the walking, just in time for the new term. The lessons were fun (no, really - okay don't believe me then), but I'm glad I can now put the back carrier into mothballs.
PS Today, we say a sad arrivederci to our neighbours, Giorgio and Giovanna, who are leaving us after an unusually short summer visit, to return to the bright lights and glamour of the big city. We will miss you, as always.
The rest of the weather report stars B.
We are celebrating the fact that today, B (now two years one-and-a-half months) walked all the way down the hill.
And, later, all the way back up the hill - in a cloud burst complete with thunder and lightning, and for the last 20 metres through the village up to her little knees in fast-running water, and giggling all the way.
Thanks to Marianne for allowing herself to get drenched while helping us up the hill.
And to B for suddenly finding the wherewithal in those little legs to do all the walking, just in time for the new term. The lessons were fun (no, really - okay don't believe me then), but I'm glad I can now put the back carrier into mothballs.
PS Today, we say a sad arrivederci to our neighbours, Giorgio and Giovanna, who are leaving us after an unusually short summer visit, to return to the bright lights and glamour of the big city. We will miss you, as always.
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Anonymous said...
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Wow. Could this be the end of an era?
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Wednesday, 03 September, 2008
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Anonymous said...
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What a relief for your back, not having to carry her up that steep hill, with your boy in tow.
Yes, they are growing up and thats good for you.
It continues to rain here and its turning colder, the leaves off the trees are blocking the road drain grids again causing flooding and there is no sign of the man with his prodding stick. Perhaps he's given up now that I have taken over his duty, free of charge. Why do we pay these people through our taxes. -
Thursday, 04 September, 2008
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Louise | Italy said...
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Hi Anon, Sometimes she would be on the back and he would be in my arms in front. Yes, it looks like I can kiss goodbye to the sweet aroma of burning martyr, although it probably means I get more duty-days on the trash-and-groceries roster...
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Thursday, 04 September, 2008
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Wow. Could this be the end of an era?
What a relief for your back, not having to carry her up that steep hill, with your boy in tow.
Yes, they are growing up and thats good for you.
It continues to rain here and its turning colder, the leaves off the trees are blocking the road drain grids again causing flooding and there is no sign of the man with his prodding stick. Perhaps he's given up now that I have taken over his duty, free of charge. Why do we pay these people through our taxes.
Hi Anon, Sometimes she would be on the back and he would be in my arms in front. Yes, it looks like I can kiss goodbye to the sweet aroma of burning martyr, although it probably means I get more duty-days on the trash-and-groceries roster...
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