Michael: What’s an ego?
Herself: Well, there’s an ego and a super ego.
My sister: A super ego?
Herself: It’s the rules of society that stop you jumping the queue or taking another person’s sandwich. A baby, for example, doesn’t have a super ego.
My sister (faintly): Oh.
On relating this to the Princess’s loving father, he said, “Oh yes, I remember explaining that to her in some context or other. It doesn’t sound like she added much to the original lesson.”
We went to visit the President’s House. The children threw pebbles in his fountain.
We went to the zoo. We saw some animals but we spent most of our time in the playground. The African grasslands closed at 4.30 so we missed the lions. Alas. At €45 to get in, that’s the most expensive playground I’ve been to in a while.
Oh dear.
My twitter account has been issuing weight loss spam. Sorry about that. I suppose it could be worse. In all my lengthy time on the internet, I have never had this kind of difficulty before. I have joined new things with gay abandon. I have given my credit card details without a second thought.
My mother on the other hand is ultra cautious. She has never joined anything on the internet. She has never given her credit card details over the internet (I know). She has never told anyone her PIN. She shreds all her personal details before binning them. Nevertheless, she has been very unlucky and regularly been the object of scams. The bank have been known to ring to check whether she is in the Bahamas spending money like water. She never is.
While I would like her luck to turn, I do hope that mine isn’t. Sigh.
Me: Look, look, your key role as publicist has been acknowledged.
Her: Is that the same person who said in her twitter feed that I am 9 when, in fact, I am 8?
I have a tendency to burst into song. Doesn’t everyone? I was walking along with Daniel the other day, it was sunny and I was humming away to myself. He slipped his little hand in mine and tugged gently. “What is it sweetheart?” I asked. He replied, “Stop singing, you’re embarrassing me.”
Daniel: Prey is the same as warship, isn’t it?
Me: Well, no, prey is something you chase after and normally a warship does the chasing.
Herself: He means pray and worship and, Dan, the answer is yes.