little joys

today i visited a family friend, Sunny Birkhamshaw.  She's in her mid-80's, and spent much of the time saying "oh you're such a perfect child" which was a little awkward, but other than that the trip was quite charming.  i took some nice photos, and she told the most wonderful stories.

now Gin's in the kitchen singing "if only i weren't a shepards pie" in an irish lilt, making up lines such as "then i could go to oxford and become an accountant" and "some boy came and ate me on his way to school, so now i shan't see the daffodils bloom in the spring." it's good to have her home.