Strawberry o’clock

It’s raining this morning. Megan works from the kitchen table, I’m on the sofa. Laptops ablaze.

I move everything out of the study in preparation for the arrival of a bunk bed. Megan’s stuff goes straight in the attic. Angus’ is piled in the hall, awaiting triage. Mine begins to get filed in cupboards and drawers.

Spaghetti with wild garlic, dandelion, and nettle pesto for tea. With Parmesan.

And then laptops again. German homework for Megan, conference organising for me.