Now that woozles is attending pre-school each morning, we have settled into a routine of walking the distance to get the day off to a good start. It is about one mile and we vary the route depending on the weather. If it is very mild and the wind is not howling we might amble across the playing field and down the road but if, as it was this morning, the black clouds are looming with a snow blizzard then we stay close to shelter and head for the corridor which leads under cover all the way to the school gate. Or if we haven't got ready in time for a leisurely dawdle she is requested to travel in the buggy at a pace which more closely resembles the term 'school run'.
During our travels the young lady has been making observations on how people differ, usually in a loud and clear voice. Two days ago she described a man walking towards us thus; "Mummy he's got a black jacket, black trousers and a black face". Yesterday morning in the decidedly accoustic corridor it was; "Mummy he's got none-hair". Then on the return trip home in our truck we gave a lift to a friend who took a couple of goes to heave up into the Defender and she chortled "He can't fit into the car Mummy".
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