Here are the gooseberries from the back garden:
Here is the jam:
Also, please note, I finally persuaded the Princess to get a haircut. I am suitably pleased with the result.
Princess
J’accuse!
Me: Who went upstairs in muddy shoes?
Princess: I don’t know.
Me: Then why does a trail of footprints lead to your bedroom door?
Princess: That is rather incriminating, isn’t it?
Yes, indeed.
Nationality
Me: Am I the best Mummy?
Michael: Yes you are!
Me: In the whole wide…?
Michael: Google?
Me: You are a digital native.
Herself: And what are you?
Me: I’m a digital traveller, no wait, a digital stranger, a digital visitor..oh I forget.
Her: A digital sieve?
The Best Hobby in the World
I found an old Agatha Christie upstairs and I gave it to herself saying that she might like it. It lay around on her desk for ages but the other night she had nothing else to read and she picked it up. She is completely hooked. I remember how much I loved Agatha Christie when I was about her age. I am delighted for her. And for us because there are loads of them out there and they might last her a bit longer than the My Sister the Vampire books.
Then, when I went in to turn off the boys’ lights, Michael was reading a Spongebob book and Daniel was methodically working his way through stories of T’choupi, the world’s dullest mole. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m teaching myself to read in French,” he said.
Language AND Culture
The Princess got new sandals. They have a large shiny diamond in the strap. “Are they,” she asked me, “very bling-bling?” “Eh?” I said. “You know,” she sighed, “like Sarkozy”.
Confusion of Ideas
Herself: What are we having for dinner?
Me: Steak.
Her: Great, are you going to do it on the newt?
