Stories

I hadn't told stories for ages but over the past month I've been telling them to Emer, at night, when I'm trying to calm her down enough to sleep. Lots of them are about Emer and Mrs Large (the elephant from the books) or Emer and the Piplings, but last night's was about a little butterfly called Emer and a big butterfly called Linnea who flew through the forest and shared food with caterpillars.

Problems of the rich

I'm sure there's a temperature low enough to make the kids keep their clothes on. But I do so love my central heating, and I already have four layers including a big synthetic gilet thing...