My day started in a lovely way. There was a thick fog. I am not sure what it is about fog that I love, particularly early morning. Is it the stillness, the quiet, the closeness? Perhaps all three. When I got home after dropping L at school the currawongs were singing. I love the sound of them so much. They are the pied currawongs, I don't know if you are able to listen to their call, so Australian. To me anyway.
Today I got a little necessary grooming done. I had my hair cut, my nails manicured. Okay, maybe not necessary but it made me feel better. P got home early from work, we spent a little quality time together.
It was a lovely day.
Right now I'm listening to the kids. They are mucking around on the piano and the guitar. They have been at it for a few hours now. After niggling at each other most of the afternoon. This current time, while noisy, is lovely. There is a lot of giggling. I am glad the arguing has now stopped. I am glad I forced them to learn some music. It gives them something special.
