Wow, this working business can wear you out. Not the actual working bit which is delightful (please note that honeymoon phase continues unabated) but the getting there and getting home and the dropping off at the creche (NOOO, MAMA, nooo, waah, waah) and the picking up (humph, Mama eh?) and the putting to bed and the collapsing afterwards. I am away from Monday to Thursday next week and poor Mr. Waffle will have to do it all on his own. Oh dear.
But to cheerier matters. The Princess’s assault on language is gathering force. She now speaks in complete sentences, but her syntax is horribly mangled. “Princess, the piano, play?” “Princess, the toast!” “All gone, the yoghurt”, “Hop hop all fall down”. I blame her father. And the French. He says that her sentence structure is Latin. It’s difficult to know who to blame for that.
on 13 January 2005 at 23:23
I’m with Norah. All evidence points to Princess being related to Yoda, the Jedi Knight.
on 14 January 2005 at 13:13
Farque …. a polyglot, she is.
And I blame the Pope. But then, I blame him for quite a lot.
on 15 January 2005 at 10:53
Aah, I knew I’d heard this language before somewhere, Norah, you’re a genius. FT, you have spotted Norah’s genius. Pog, don’t we all? You should talk to FT about his views on this matter…
on 15 January 2005 at 18:28
What makes you think that my views on that matter are very different from Pog’s?
Besides, I think the Vatican may have bugged my Internet connection. I’ve got to be careful what I say.
on 16 January 2005 at 13:36
FT, that’s what I meant..
on 17 January 2005 at 11:30
See? The Pope is a bugger. I knew it.
on 21 January 2005 at 22:38
Har di har pog.