special k

Published: March 31, 2008, 4:22 am

‘We’re making a “k” for “kite”,’ says Tadpole, her voice a half-yawn. This would be true if her bed wasn’t an extra short lit volutif from Ikea, which I really should lengthen one day soon, as Tadpole is tall and willowly. My (shorter, stumpier - do I sound jealous yet?) legs are currently bent at the knee, so even if she is lying in a sort of sideways ‘V’ shape, with her bottom nestling against my tummy, we’re making a special sort of K. With a tail. I glance at the Miffy wall clock, which reads 7.43. Almost half-time. My morning routine (on weekdays) goes something like this: 7.15: Alarm clock sounds. It’s actually the alarm on my landline phone, and whenever I’m in a shop or restaurant that uses the same ringtone, it sends icicles down my spine. 7.20: I press snooze. 7.25: I press snooze. 7.30: I press stop. 7.32: I get up, walk along the corridor, raise the blackout blinds in Tadpole’s

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