Oskar in a skeleton shirt
Low profile day again today, having felt fairly subdued over this holiday for no good reason at all. However, having gone into an excellent chocolate store in Lewes the other day, I went up the hill to visit Anton and Anna and take some little Easter baskets plus some little chocolate animals (green frogs, white mice and brown cats and dogs) to Klaudia and Oskar.
Chatted with Anna lots, as some snow fell outside. Anton not well, however, and lying on the sofa stricken with self-diagnosed shingles. Anna said that she'd looked it up on the Internet and it had advised taking paracetamol and to shut up, which we laughed at, Anton rather less so. They are flying off to Australia next weekend for Christianne's wedding, so it would be much better if it wasn't shingles.
Read a couple of stories to Klaudia, one of which I liked. It was called Selfish Sophie about a girl who wasn't very good at sharing, and was following the rule I've learned recently of not explaining everything in children's books. Sophie after not sharing was isolated from the other boys and girls, but eventually when it started to rain someone shared an umbrella with her, and she began to befriend someone and suddenly she didn't feel so alone. But the text didn't explain why this happened, it was to the conversation afterwards I suppose.
Watched fascinated as Oskar piloting a plastic vehicle of some description around the room completely absorbed and making some sort of an engine noise. Interesting how the children, surrounded by toys off all kinds, appear nevertheless to gravitate towards stereotypical boys or girls toys.
Below young Oskar wearing his cool skeleton shirt. Skeleton stuff is everywhere these days.
Low profile day again today, having felt fairly subdued over this holiday for no good reason at all. However, having gone into an excellent chocolate store in Lewes the other day, I went up the hill to visit Anton and Anna and take some little Easter baskets plus some little chocolate animals (green frogs, white mice and brown cats and dogs) to Klaudia and Oskar.
Chatted with Anna lots, as some snow fell outside. Anton not well, however, and lying on the sofa stricken with self-diagnosed shingles. Anna said that she'd looked it up on the Internet and it had advised taking paracetamol and to shut up, which we laughed at, Anton rather less so. They are flying off to Australia next weekend for Christianne's wedding, so it would be much better if it wasn't shingles.
Read a couple of stories to Klaudia, one of which I liked. It was called Selfish Sophie about a girl who wasn't very good at sharing, and was following the rule I've learned recently of not explaining everything in children's books. Sophie after not sharing was isolated from the other boys and girls, but eventually when it started to rain someone shared an umbrella with her, and she began to befriend someone and suddenly she didn't feel so alone. But the text didn't explain why this happened, it was to the conversation afterwards I suppose.
Watched fascinated as Oskar piloting a plastic vehicle of some description around the room completely absorbed and making some sort of an engine noise. Interesting how the children, surrounded by toys off all kinds, appear nevertheless to gravitate towards stereotypical boys or girls toys.
Below young Oskar wearing his cool skeleton shirt. Skeleton stuff is everywhere these days.
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