Morning everyone - great to see you all and especially Bucharest. I feared we had lost you in the move, dear.
Mistle - great name!
Don'tcallmesantababy - Chutney, yum! I'm sure that will sell well, especially with the festive tinsel around the jars. Thank you.
Poinsettia - I can relate so much to your wobble about nursery. Baby Bocca went a bit when she was a baby (two days a week while I had a temporary contract) and I fretted about whether I missed her first step/word/whatever. And it was a pang when she went to pre-school for the first time. But she loved them both. She's very gregarious (whether or not that's a manifestation of her being an only child I dunno) and I think she would have missed out if she hadn't gone.
But, Poinsettia darling, if you insist on preferring Bing or Dino (who are both fine singers, I admit) to Frank we may not be on speakers for much longer!
Christmastea - I think the arguments in favour of a bilingual school are strong. I realise it's difficult if you come from a background of political commitment against private education and it may feel a little uncomfortable at first. Perhaps you could solve the 'bubble' problem - and I know exactly what you mean as several of baby Bocca's pre-school friends go to very lovely (and well-known) prep schools and I was sorely tempted to follow suit - by making sure that in out-of-school activities (when you reach that stage) she mixes with a broader social group? Maybe that's tricky if you live in a very chic arrondissement. Besides, I don't think you should worry that, because every family doesn't regularly go to the Louvre, you shouldn't go too. I relish being able to give Baby Bocca opportunities like that and I think it is one aspect of life where having only one child is an advantage, because we can spend an afternoon looking at Egyptian sarcophagi without another child complaining of being bored.
Well, I have been rambling on in authentic dotty old lady fashion. Of course, I already have the rocking chair so am well-prepared for when I'm an even older lady and am waiting for the sole fruit of my womb to pay me a visit. At the moment, she says she's either going to live with me for ever or live in the house across the road, but she will change her mind by the time she's a teenager, I'm sure!
Now, where's that soup we were promised? It sounds really good.