Tom’s still away on his bicycle trip. This is Lopsy letting you know the latest.
I’m just off for a run. This is where I climb over the fence into the meadow.
Teddy has persuaded me to get back into running every morning.
He’s right, I have got a bit tubby with all of his delicious French cooking.
He’s given up making croissants, but he’s practising gateaux, ready to make a really perfect one for when Tom gets home.
(I hope Tom comes home soon. I miss him.)
That was a raspberry gateau, gateau au framboises. And now Teddy has made a new rule: only one slice at a time.
I did only eat one slice at a time, but quite soon after each other.
I left a slice for Teddy.
That will be the last gateau au framboises. Little Strawberry says her raspberries have finished for the year, and Teddy will have to move on to beetroot cake if he wants a spot of colour.
This morning Teddy’s doing boring press-ups, so I’m going out for my jog.
I’ve paused for breath near Ellie and Dillion’s house, and I can hear a lovely sound.
It’s not exactly melodic, or harmonic. It sounds quite potential.
I’ll peep through the window.
Dillion seems to be playing a Welsh harp!
Ah, he’s seen me.
I’ll run home now and ring Didcot, to hear all of Tom’s news.
Oh dear, all the time I was chatting with Dillion, Teddy thought I was running round and round the meadow.
He’s been making a new gateau – a coffee and courgette gateau. We think it will be very healthy, because of the courgettes.
But only one slice each for now. And Teddy says that half a cake doesn’t count as a slice.
I think you’re technically brilliant – to be able to include audible sounds!
Thank you thank you – I’m learning little by little
all these references to Wales are very cheering!
The tootafloota is a beautiful sound