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Walkies!


Neve’s “new” pushchair, bought on Sunday at Trumpington car boot sale to which she went with the express purpose of buying such an item, having recalled that they were sold there.  She’s rather good at that remembering stuff.

It was bought for her doll, Baby, but Isa loaded it up with the wide-eyed pets as a tidying manouver.

Both the girls spend ages playing with their wide-eyed pets, though at this point it’s often Neve who will push Lola into it. They must have around 20, plus another half dozen soft toys who participate in the same games. Each pet has a designated birthday (and these, and other personal details are kept by Lola in a number of notebooks and Google documents); when this birthday comes around, the girls make the pets cards and presents and then they organise a party which all the other pets attend. When a new pet is bought, all the pets gather to greet the new arrival. This is a formal affair, with the royalty (for this is a monarchic, hierarchical society) appearing crowned and in ceremonial dress and the new pets being presented and educated in the ways of the pet kingdom they are joining.

Neve’s day at the office

 

2016-08-25_05-59-09Neve accepted with great patience that she would have to wait until she was seven before she could spend the day with Dad at the office. That’s the age Lola was when she came.

Having acheived that grand age, her patience dwindled and she has been a relentless nag. Fair enough.

Finally, her great day came — on the hottest day of the year so far with temperatures over 30 in London. Walked to the station, trained to KingsX. Stopped to pick up some goodies for the magic table — owed for my birthday — at the station. Then to the office, where she got her own name badge printed (and later reprinted, after she noticed they’d wrongly spelt her name as “Nave”).

2016-08-25_04-32-20Chris was working from home, so Neve sat at his desk, doing her puzzles, a bit of reading, a bit of writing on the walls… I got on with work. We went to the cafe for elevenses, and then out to Balfour for lunch where Neve chose the lasagne – just the job for such a hot day. She did mention, in fact, how it warmed up her insides!

Off then to find a magazine for her to look at and play with that afternoon before heading back to the office for a couple of hours.  Neve had a bit less patience for those two hours — letting her play games on my desktop helped a bit. Quite a contrast to when Lola came — she was so bound up in her Harry Potter book, she barely noticed the office!