As I write this Tricky is chasing Naughty Nephew the 3rd around his dad's chair. Well, when I say 'chasing', I mean of course the patented frog hop that Tricky seems to have mastered. It's a strange method of locomotion and when other people see it they often stare because frankly it looks wierd as all get out. It's the kind of action that only a baby or a very very wiry gymnast can do. It's all about the tummy muscles it seems. Kid has abs of steel and he's not a year old.
Things are trotting on here although it's patentedly obvious I have been abusing my poor blog. Time is such a rare commodity these days. Sandwiched between bed and bath and food and walk and play and work. The latter - has eased off thank God.
My editor rang me about the book while I was in Newcastle last week. Unfortunately my mobile phone was plugged into the charger on the kitchen cabinet and Tricky had decided that that exact moment was the right time for a feed. Cue me topless on the kitchen floor with one hand holding the phone and the other propping up baby. She's happy with my rewrites, yay hooray, "you will," she said "have a book before you know it."
But in the meantime there's bed and bath and food and walk and play...
What I’m Loving Lately – July 2019
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