Casual Denial

Sunday, there was no Dayna. We racked a Danny Dragonbreath (monumental, Wendell got bitten by a hot-dog, yay missis Vernon). So, Mano had the bright idea of going out for a picnic. Suggested to take a jumper. Nooooo mum.

So we turned up at the lakeside. And got cold.

So I draped Manoman in my jumper and rolled the car blanket on me. Mano went up a tree. We deliberatly ignored the end of summer weather touch. We played smoking cigarettes with out ladyfingers biscuits, while, singing Pink Martini - Je ne veux pas travailler.

Casual Denial.

Pink Martini - Je ne veux pas travailler

AAAAAaaaaarg

Nits attack yesterday at 21h12. Underground salvation mission initiated
Besides, Conny gave me the 13th Dresden Files. So am in D book. When am not doing laundry and combing.

Sun day

Open eyes. Sun filtering through. Read all of Dragonbreath story, Wendell the iguana best mate and Danny Dragonbreath, the mythical reptile who can't -yet- breathe fire. Eat lunch under the tree in the garden. Grab bike. Cycle to the beach. Play with Dayna. Watch A Series of Unfortunate event. Bed.

Yay.

Fred - Mister Cop

Croque-Dora

 Reel 2 real - I like to move it

Bath-time

Mano and I go for a wash. Mano uncap the strawberry-flavour all-in-3 gel. "smell like lollies".
Five seconds pass. Then he turns to me with very sparkling eyes.
"Now I got lolly-scented nits (nits=poux)."

a heartbeat goes by in silence.

"It'be cool if there was drool-flavoured shampoo" (drool=bave)

...

Nana's special (Nana = Grand-mere)

Calvin-time

Night is falling. On the kitchen table, the last remnants of a meal. Drip of long-molten ice cream. And old cookie pack.
The house is quiet. Darkness shrouds the room.
Then Mano extends his hand, his voice rasping...
"Ariiiiiiiiise from the Depths, Cookie."