Hiraeth

'It's rained for eleven weeks.'
We're recounting stories of our favourite bushes to shelter under. Bemoaning umbrellas-and grave yards. We're walled in.
A gulf of black has captured the sky above Town Hill, and won't give it back.
Like sheep we've started to limp.
The windows are steaming.
'It's dark-and it's dark walking home.'
We're all trying to make you laugh, but no-one laughs so much as you, when you quote poetry in a bath- locks a- flowing or explain to us why your favourite word is trousers.
And now all our learnings are tinged with laughing at the rain while we walk in the darkness homeward.
It makes me wish I knew then what I know now...but your generous spirit allows seedlings to grow.

Some Alfie-isms

Alfie  (tues tea Mount) - You can sit somewhere else.      

Alfie  (watching TV)- Leave the room.

Me- How did you get on in your spelling test?
Alfie- Yes, brilliant I got them all right.
Me- Wow! You're amazing!! Well done.
(actual test score 0/5)


Alfie (after eczema cream application)- It's okay! I can straighten my legs now...I just have to walk...very... very s l o w l y.

Alfie (on Elis) Well, he can be very, naughty... but you just Never See It!

Alfie- You're off my Christmas list.

Alfie- Tell me a story.
Me- Once upon a time...
Alfie- No, no, no- not one of those!


Me- (playing Nebuchadnezzar) So what can your God do?
Alfie (playing Daniel) Well he taughted me a lot, like if you do stealing you get leprosy. let's see....yep you got it!
Me- Oh no! What can I do?
Alfie- You got to give all the stuff back.