Smiling before disaster struck: on friday I got the dreaded phone call from the nursery that Katy was ill, with sickness and diarrhoea. Then the rest of us went down like dominoes. No sooner back at work than off sick! Katy thankfully is on the mend, but it seems like we're living in a plague house at the moment. At least the sun is shining.
All 3 sleeping like the proverbial one. If we're very lucky Kathryn deigns to take a post-breakfast nap (before second breakfast, that is) which allows us to catch up on a little sleep. Otherwise she just doesn't do sleeping during the day in a stationary environment!
My driving instructor used to call me ‘fearless Rach’ (possibly something to do with my habit of not stopping at roundabouts) and it seems my daughter is similarly reckless. The other day we went out to feed the ducks – although the ducks were rather outnumbered by screeching seagulls and Canada geese, plus a pair of swans. The arrival of humans bearing food prompted a rush to land of enthusiastic webbed feet. Far from being fazed by this, Katy had an eyeball-to-eyeball encounter with a goose, attempted to stroke it, and then started feeding it from her hand. I did check and she had all ten digits when we went home. Subsequently I found a book in the library about an outing to feed the ducks, which has become an instant favourite.
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