Happy birthday to my wonderful wife, the Lovely Melanie, who is, um, about 17 today, I think.
17-ish, at least.
The weather forecast is horrific, but I hope you manage to have a lovely time anyway today. The poor thing put her back out yesterday while eating breakfast; she’s OK but still not moving in her usual lithe, panther-like fashion. Fortunately both our lovely children have been helping out: Millie has been great with picking things up off the floor for her and playing with her sister.
And the aforementioned sister…? Well, the eBub is as the eBub does. She’s been helping out in her own inimitable fashion: charming the pants off her own mother yesterday by going into stamping, gasping, bouncing paroxysms of joy at seeing and – almighty wonder of wonders! – having a go on an In The Night Garden ride in Bexleyheath yesterday.
Surprising what makes small children happy, isn’t it? A large piece of plastic in the shape of a fictional television character that engages in 120 seconds of lateral movement upon insertion of a coin is the toddler equivalent of grade-A heroin.
Oh, and speaking of Bexleyheath, that reminds me what they were there for: Millie has some new glasses. Nothing terribly different from the old ones – she’s still quite small to be wearing glasses so there aren’t many choices, as most pairs “swamp” her little face a bit. The new ones do have a different Little Miss character on them, though: Little Miss Sunshine, I believe it is.
