On Valentine's Day, Ming gave me a tube of red 'Make Your Own Balloon' rubber solution.
Yesterday, he used it all making oddly shaped, brightly pink, rapidly deflating and disconcertingly crinkled 'hearts'.
Next, he put the empty tube on a broccoli seedling and half-snapped the stem.
Maybe it will survive.
(? ? ? Hummmm . . . . . )
Then he moved one of the nasturtium seedlings along our bedroom windowsill so the pot fell and smashed when the curtain was moved by a breeze.
He says it's because he's nervous.
Of course he is!
We're being blackmailed.
Lucy saw the spaceship (even if it was in pieces at the time).
I don't believe we have two children.
The first two entries in the 'Down With Adverbs Poetry Competition' (see yesterday's blog) has arrived and Ming cheered up.
He especially likes the allusion to Startrek. Startrek, he says, is the most realistic representation of space travel he has ever come across!
Here they are!
Proverbial adverbiage quickens a Gaul's gall
This morning, another one arrived. This time, from Ben Perkis (who is nine years old!).
Wealthily he skilfully strolled,
Laterly he strongly got up
And carefully walked away into the sunset
Mine is a long-term horticultural plan.
When I started, there was emptiness.
Later, there was no room to walk because young trees hogged ground-space.
Now the Cordyline Palms and the Spanish Broom are ready to be under-planted . It is the down-to-earth-places and line-of-sight-levels which look bare.
(I don't grow geraniums.)