Mangos for Breakfast by the Startling Bougainvillea
And that is my most clear thought for today.
Martin is working, the baby is asleep on me, we spent the morning walking to the market for fruit, the olders are currently hoovering the living room (they voluntarily tidied up too, for the first time in weeks!) and I am feeling, um, odd.
Floaty disconnected. Maybe hospital-related overtiredness. Today is pretty sparkly bright and warm. Today is strange and without its usual reference points. Today is peaceful and manic. And I really want to go crochet something about now, as if by making sense of a ball of yarn I can unravel and recreate everything else just as easily.