On being watched

[desperance]

Woke up this morning with both boys packed about me on the bed. That hasn't happened for a while.

Also, they've been keeping close order all day: you could almost call it hot-lapping, one taking over the sit-on-Chaz duties when the other wanders off to watch scaffolders through the window. They're very demanding about it - Barry is graciously pleased to indicate which of my two typing hands should scritch him now - but welcome.

I wish I could remember where this chapter was meant to go. I'm sure I knew, before. Ghân-buri-ghân knew many things, before.