13.8.10 ~ 100 word diary

Rain is forecast for the next 5 days. There’s a distinct chill in the air. It’s only mid-August. I’m not ready for Autumn. Also at a loss as to what to do with Jake today. We’ve spent the morning making tunnels and laying tracks for his new trains. But it’s still only 11am. Just now we were upstairs in our attic bedroom. I hit my head, made a face and said to Jake, “I hit my head! Mummy stupid!” Jake looked at me with his big serious eyes and said, “It’s okay”, with such concern it instantly made me smile.