Miranda now very pleased with herself when she's able to get to the lavatory for a poo, before it becomes urgent. This morning was perfectly timed and the sunshine creeping in through the bathroom window, makes all the difference in this record shot of a time that will soon disappear....
Lewis is serenading me as I type up the blog, he's improvising a tune that I recognise from from my Smithsonian Collection of traditional American music. I reckon it's Freight Train by Elizabeth Cotten, but it's magic how he picks up a tune, and plays around with it.
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