It’s 7.30 am. There was a time in my life when 7.30 am seemed early, but this morning is already well underway. I’m just wondering what game I can contrive to convince Puce to put some weather-appropriate clothes on and keep them on. She keeps running into the room and shouting No!, then adding a couple of Non! just in case I didn’t get the message in the first language. Refusing to wear sensible clothes, shouting No at one’s parents…the last time I saw this much attitude it was me, and I was 16; looks like we’ve hit toddlescence.
Time for another cup of coffee, I think, as Puce would say: pour le wake-up.