Often on the walk home from school Eila will make up a little poem. Today’s was: “Tickle you in the morning/ And in the afternoon/ Tickle you in the night time/ Because you’re a baboon!” Not bad, eh?
She remains, however, entirely unable to grasp the rudiments of parliamentary goverment, and keeps asking me how I enjoyed the Green Party. “Was it fun, mummy? Why didn’t you take me?”
On another note, though I’ve always known that Magdelene College was pronounced maudlin, I was delighted to learn from watching one of the 7Up movies the other night that Marlborough is pronounced mawlbra.