Sue

Sue doesn't know what shows are on our telly, and she doesn't know which dressing-gown is Linnea's, and she doesn't know where the toaster is and she doesn't know how the radio works and she doesn't know what a bike helmet is and she doesn't know where to find a pair of pants and she doesn't know anything.

This is beginning to feel a bit eerie. I miss Linnea already.

Sue is going home

At bedtime this evening we were informed that Sue would be going home tonight, in the middle of the night, and Linnea will probably come back, and wake us up, and tell us all about what she has been doing at Sue's house.

Sue has a mummy but no daddy.

This has all been very serious. It's been a bit like having a polite Martian visit. It has not in any way been a joke. Unless the punch line is tomorrow.

ETA: Sue drew me a picture of her mummy on the blackboard - she has long, curly hair. I was too uptight to ask what colour the hair was so I just made interested noises.

I'm really hoping that when Sue is gone I can just settle into being proud of Linnea's ability to act.