Hello Pen. The first person I spoke to, apart from God, was Iris, and she was so cheerful. "Good Morning Dahling" she lisped around her dummy. Who can be grumpy when faced with that?
:0DMy first child had a dummy, from which she was inseparable. We learned the wisdom of keeping several back-ups, because within the mystery of the universe exists a law that dummies are usually lost at around 10.30 at night, when every chemist is locked up tight and there is no hope until morning.
Oh yes, I know that law from painful personal experience. Like socks, they simply disappear into a parallel universe somewhere. We have multiples in the car, my handbag, the bathroom - you get the picture. I must admit that she reminds me of an elderly Uncle who could talk with his cigarette hanging from the edge of his bottom lip - Iris does the same with the dummy. x
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