I was driving along sedately when a little
voice from the back seat piped up Â“Slow down MummyÂ”. Â“IÂ’m not going fastÂ” I said indignantly. Â“IÂ’m scaredÂ” she said reproachfully. This is
what your offspring will be like if you are bossy and your spouse is cautious.
Speaking of bossy, I was singing a French
schlocky song to myself Â“Je viens de chanter la chanson, la chanson des gens
heureuxÂ” when Madam interrupted me Â“Not Â“la chansonÂ” Mummy, Â“la balladeÂ”Â”. How did I end up living with two people who
are always right?
Final example of imperial bossiness: chatting to my husband at dinner last night, we
were interrupted by our daughter banging her fork on the table and saying in
loud and petulant tones Â“talk to ME!Â”.
on 27 October 2005 at 14:41
on 02 November 2005 at 12:45
on 03 November 2005 at 11:27
Minks, Bobblem what delightful children you must have been…
You may be familiar with the Alessi range of products: attractive, expensive
and deeply impractical. I am the proud
owner of Floss Man or Â“interdental thread holder in light
blueÂ” as he is known on the Alessi website (maybe not the best translation from
the Italian). For Floss Man to work you
need to thread the floss through his mouth.
ItÂ’s easier for a camel to enter the eye of a needle, I assure you. Yesterday I, mother of a toddler and infant
twins spent 10 minutes threading Floss Man. There are times when I wonder whether I am
on 27 October 2005 at 16:04
on 03 November 2005 at 11:32
FT, probably better not.