Write about: the chasm.
Now that Max has nearly outgrown his 12 month old sleepers we had to order the next size up, which is 18 months. I picked them up from across the border (since the company we ordered from doesn't deliver to Canada) this afternoon and... well, he'll grow into them eventually.
Tomorrow is market harvest day. Not that there's much left in the garden to pick - carrots, beets, potatoes, leeks, and celeriac will be the only additions to what we've already collected.
Looking forward to the second last market of the year this Saturday, though I'm not totally sure where the rest of this week went in such a hurry.
"It's one of a kind, surely! Don't you think so, Francis?"
That's great. Such splendid news. Exactly what I wanted to hear.
"I've never seen anything like it Timothy... and trust me, I have seen a lot of chasms in my time."
Fantastic. I am just so pleased for you. Let's get a plaque made up, shall we?
"And it's so deep! I can't even see the bottom from here."
Well, jump in then!
"Simply marvelous, truly. Perhaps we should send the new kid down to have a look about?"
I have a better idea: why don't you all go down there together. I'll stay up here and start shoveling dirt in after you.
"What do you think, good sir? It is exceptional, don't you agree?"
Me? I don't care about any of this nonsense... I just wish it hadn't opened up in the middle of my bedroom.