I got Daniel a sailor suit. He is so big that with his shaved head, Mr. Waffle says he looks like a Russian naval recruit.
Mr. Waffle’s former boss (now retired) dropped him in a present for the Princess to tackle the trauma of having two new siblings. He brought it back from America where he was on holidays. It is a cuddly duck that makes a real bird sound (sponsored by the Audubon society); the label tells us it’s a common loon and who are we to quibble. By the time I returned the toy had already been christened in accordance with the family naming policy, adopted on the sage advice of the Dutch Mama, i.e. called after the donor. It in no way reflects the affection and esteem in which Mr. Waffle holds his ex- boss that our daughter is now wandering around the house saying “Where’s Dierk the loon?”.
I read the Telegraph and found two items of interest. It is only a matter of time before I start a petition to bring back flooging. Item 1 was an article on the perils of driving in Belgium. Item 2 was a cartoon. I can stop any time.
