Arabella Molly's wellies are a good fit, Phew! We left her wearing them, standing on the dining table while little miss was collected from nursery. When we got back she was so intent on preening in front of the hall mirror that her Mum said "What do you think Arabella Molly has got on her feet? Wouldn't you like to go and look?" No response. From the depths of the pushchair a little voice says "Bella Lolly WELLIES"  So that was a timely warning to my Daughter - no secrets to be spoken in front of him - he listens, he remembers, and he talks!

My pooch pretends to be computer literate.

I do a terrible thing.
Other Daughter is home for Christmas. I made some brownies - she doesn't like Christmas cake. I scooped the mixture into the baking tin, and popped the mixing bowl in the sink and ran water into it. In my own defence, it has been a very long time since I had a resident bowl scraper. Nevertheless, that was the nearest I have seen to a flounce for over a decade!