*sigh*

I suppose it had to happen. My adorable daughter rushing in, and presenting me - ME! - with a bouquet of fresh flowers, individually chosen and tastefully arranged. Aah. Until I notice that it contains not only daisies, but Rose Campion. My beautiful Lychnis Coronaria, decimated. Decimated, I tell you. (Decimated. I counted.) How to tell her that
a) it was so thoughtful to give me flowers,
b) some garden flowers are for picking AND SOME ARE NOT and
c) Never Never Pick Anything From The Garden Without Mummy's Express Permission.

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We seemed to have reached another tipping point in the way our family functions. Last Sunday, after church, it took me a while to realise that I was cooking lunch, Jeremy was off doing something manly, and the three children were - well, amusing themselves. Not bugging us. Playing some game, contentedly, the three of them together. A picture-perfect family. Made you wonder where on earth the 'Hello' photographers were when you needed them.

Kit was a total and utter star yesterday, as I took the three down for their first real visit to the dentist. Both Beri and Sid had expressed the strongest reservations about the whole procedure, but when they saw Kit calmly getting into The Chair, being raised and tipped back, (WOW!) opening his mouth and having his teeth counted, WITHOUT A MURMUR, they both followed suit. Very cheerfully. I could kiss him. He just won't hold still.