An update on the Blur (formerly known as the Wretched Wretch) and his younger sister Sardine.
My five-year-old grandson (I have to say that so you know - as the Blur patiently explains to people - 'I am not a girl. I am a boy with long hair') :
My five-year-old grandson (I have to say that so you know - as the Blur patiently explains to people - 'I am not a girl. I am a boy with long hair') :
His sister, nearly two:
Unusual people. I like them.
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Lovely! The Blur looks so like you!
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Oh - we are always talking about the threads and connections we see - the glimpses of various family members on both their mother's and their father's side. Marvelling at how people who look rather different can blend so effectively in the next generation. x
And he has wonderful hair, too! Very cute kiddos there.
Thank you. We like 'em. xx
I have wondered for a while, why was he known as the Wretched Wretch?
:0) A quotation from Tove Jansson (Moomin books). Amusing. Somewhat akin to our cats, the Disgraceful Pussybeasts. You have to have the same sense of humour. And my grandson . . . he is one of the nicest people I know, but childhood is not (I hope) the easiest season of his life.
Hi Pen,
my review of "The Long Fall" is up at http://thegardenwindow.blogspot.co.uk/2015/03/the-long-fall.html
Wishing you a blessed Holy Week!
:0) Thank you so much for another really thoughtful and kind review. xx
They are beautiful children!
DMW
:0) We think so! Thank you xx
Pen, they're delightful. I've five grandchildren of my own, and looking at yours I Suddenly Understood how the custom of match-making got started.
Ah - yes - I think you would like them! We are a bit of a secluded tribe because our strange neurological/psychological make-up means one has to be patient and understanding to get on with us - and of course, most people aren't. The grandchildren have inherited the full wacky whack of weirdness and are quite a force to be reckoned with; but they are funny and original and immensely endearing.
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