pronking

Springboks jump up and down, which is called pronking apparently. It made us all smile very widely when we watched the Cape episode of the BBC's Africa today. I enjoyed imagining the composing process of the person who had to make some music for a monkey beetle fighting another one inside a daisy. It's a more exciting job than mine, that's for sure.

Today the snow has finally gone, the rain melted it away in the night, which I spent dreaming of having to move house and my youngest son being terrified by a story he heard and my horror at not having protected him. I can't convey how upset the dream made me, but I suppose at least it makes me appreciate reality, if not pronk like a springbok.

We watched Dark Shadows earlier in the week. I had not seen the TV series and so didn't have any expectations really, but it was quite fun. I object to anyone changing Jonny Depp's nose, but otherwise it was entertaining.



It's been a week of feeling trapped inside by the cold and snow, looking forward to more freedom in the future.