The Princess came hurtling down the corridor at me when I got in from work the other day. “Mummy, mummy look!” She was anxious to show me a picture of Mr. Waffle and me on our wedding day. “Look, Mummy”, she said “you’re wearing a wedding dress”. “Yes, darling, that’s the day Daddy and I got married”. She digested this for a moment and then said “But why isn’t Daddy wearing a wedding dress?” Why indeed? Later, we made rice krispie buns and watched my wedding video. Nobody else will watch it with me and I don’t see why she shouldn’t suffer. The poor child gets to watch so little TV that it was a big treat for her (recent pathetic comment “can I watch TV again when it’s my birthday?”). The vid was made by a friend of my mother’s with a camcorder. We didn’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. In fact, half of my speech is missing to allow for extra footage of her hat. Still, the Princess didn’t mind that, but she was very distressed that I wouldn’t talk to her. “But I AM talking to you, honey”. “No, Mummy, I want you on the telly to talk to me.” Can’t help you there, my sweet.