"Sober as a judge, I can see," said Jules, whipping out his phone like a papparazzo who's spotted Kate Moss without makeup in an airport.
We met up with Geoff and Heike last night in Covent Garden. Heike's mum is staying, so they were eager to take advantage of the unaccustomed luxury of a free, reliable babysitter. It was just like the pre-Danny-and-Anika days, more bottles of wine as people. Reminded me of the memorable evening we tried to explain to Heike what a badger was, via a circuitous discussion of 'dachs' and 'dachshund', which culminated in Jules roaring: 'It's a bloody dash-hound!' Not quite on topic, but entertaining nonetheless.
Anyway, we went to Loch Fyne, which was very (fyne). I had a lobster, as you do - delish.
This morning, far too early, the buzzer went and it was the postman with a parcel (hurrah!) and a very cute photo of our nieces. Also a card from Mia, which just said: "Dear Uncle Jules and Aunty Rac, I want to come to your house and live there. Love Mia."
Interesting...Thought it was best to have another little sleep before processing the implications of that particular message.
2 comments:
I think that Mia's Nanny has been putting ideas in her head. However, given your vast baby-sitting experience... maybe it would work!
Oops, I see that Heike's mum is the babysitter... perhaps we can work a deal there.
On another note, the photo looks to be of someone "flushed down the tube"!
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