UniS, I agree, your village sounds great. After very many years I still don't even recognise some of the people in our village (a row of ex-council houses, an architecturally-unforgivable new estate by the pub and three or four scattered farms).
I love museums and am always amazed how many intelligent and cultured friends and relations have never visited our county museum, where the Eliptical Wriggle took some of her first steps. Museums and cathedrals are perfect for toddlers, we found.
Eliptical Wriggle (I love that name, Daisy) is more contrary than ever - she has now decided that red lights mean 'go' and green 'stop' and is constantly trying to persuade me so in the car. However, that is amusing, not wearing.
Monsieur Snake, however, is being quite challenging. This week it has got to the point that friends are noticing quite how unpleasant he is being. I am torn between being furious - really really furious - at his behaviour towards me and sorry for him because if he behaves like that towards me, then he must be feeling so terrible inside. Two unspeakable days and a few very tense ones and I have found sleeping very difficult and feel rather unwell. Made a total fool of myself this morning by being seen by one of my group of closest friends as accusing them all of plotting behind my back. I really wasn't; just not quite sure what I was saying. Now possibly too embarrassed to meet up with them all again. And poor Wriggle is so desperately anxious, she just spends her whole time saying 'I want Papa' the second he leaves the room, clinging to him, which makes him even crosser with me.