Tom was at Uni for at least ten hours a day for the whole (long) weekend, so we gave ourselves a mini weekend together yesterday. Just what the doctor ordered.

Tom made banana pancakes for breakfast with homemade butter. I made the butter out of necessity due to our having cream (useless) but no butter (useful) in the house, but it's so much lovelier than the stuff we get at the supermarket. We built a fort in the living room and watched a couple of episodes of David Attenborough's Africa (because he's Tom's idol) and Bee Movie (because kids films are the best). For lunch we made mini burgers & shoestring fries with the mandolin dad sent us as a surprise. It's my new favourite toy. I want to slice things all. the. time. 

It was the perfect day. Full of cuddles and laughter and time out in our silly little fort.

 Tom, I love you so much. I love us so much.

the hydrosphere

Tom has been practicing for a speech. I've heard it so many times over that I could almost give it myself. It's a nonsense script that I can run through in my head, but so many of these hydrogeological terms are completely alien to me.

"strontium isotopes do not undergo significant mass fractionation ..." 

It is a whole other language to me, the words of which I still do not entirely believe exist.

Perhaps we work so well together because we belong to such different worlds, our minds work in such different ways and we see the world from such distinctly different (but aligned) perspectives. We wear different lenses but we believe in the same simple truths. Our different paths lead us to the same conclusions - or at least to interesting debate, which is half the fun in itself, is it not?