The Princess came hurtling down the corridor at me when I got in from work the other day. â€œMummy, mummy look!â€ She was anxious to show me a picture of Mr. Waffle and me on our wedding day. â€œLook, Mummyâ€, she said â€œyouâ€™re wearing a wedding dressâ€. â€œYes, darling, thatâ€™s the day Daddy and I got marriedâ€. She digested this for a moment and then said â€œBut why isnâ€™t Daddy wearing a wedding dress?â€ Why indeed? Later, we made rice krispie buns and watched my wedding video. Nobody else will watch it with me and I donâ€™t see why she shouldnâ€™t suffer. The poor child gets to watch so little TV that it was a big treat for her (recent pathetic comment â€œcan I watch TV again when itâ€™s my birthday?â€). The vid was made by a friend of my motherâ€™s with a camcorder. We didnâ€™t ask for it, but I must say we were rather charmed with it when we got it. However, it is somewhat prejudiced – it mostly features the cameraman’s friend, my mother.Â In fact, half of my speech is missing to allow for extra footage of her hat.Â Still, the Princess didnâ€™t mind that, but she was very distressed that I wouldnâ€™t talk to her. â€œBut I AM talking to you, honeyâ€. â€œNo, Mummy, I want you on the telly to talk to me.â€ Canâ€™t help you there, my sweet.