Woke to the sound of rain splattering on the roof, hurtling through the gutters and colliding with the path outside my window. Yip, it's bucketing. Adam is pondering the inevitable walk to the train station with solemnity, broken by the patter of Luke-feet.
"want milky in a BIG bottle" says His Lukiness. Happily, he settles for "rusk-es" in my bed instead, complete with crumblies. Luke takes an experimental swig of Dad's coffee and snuggles in with a kiss to quality-control this post. Which needs an L.
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Luke's contribution to this post. Hey ho, time to start this day.
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