One distant relative never tired of relating a sentence enunciated by a very small... well, me: 'The incinerator is at the bottom of the garden, Auntie.'
My step-daughter, aged five, was peering into a pram, and a little old lady joined her. 'Oh, [i]look[/i] at his diminutive fingers' said an entranced Alison. Near collapse of little old lady...
It’s Tuesday and I have a few grumps




