The Graduate

All very exciting today as Scarlett has 'transitioned' from the Beetles room at Nursery to the Caterpillars room. She is quite the grown up little girl now. She can almost count to 10 and can say her alphabet if prompted. Her new thing is that whatever you say you are going to do, she says she wants to do. For example I'll say 'Mummy is going to hang out the washing" and she'll say "No, Larti will hang out the washing." Mummy is going to have a shower", "No Larti is going to have a shower" etc, so I said " Mummy cure cancer" and she said "No, Larti cure cancer". This is good to know. So when she is accepting her Nobel Prize for Medicine in about 30 years, I'll be able to say, we always knew she'd do it. She said she would when she was 2. Meanwhile, though Scarlett might be advancing the health of the planet, I seem to be accelerating towards old age. I fell out of the lift this morning at work and landed on the floor on my hands. On my hands! Like an old person. I'll be getting my hips replaced next. We have our lovely mates Melissa and Larry, Paul and Carolyne for dinner tonight. I got up at 6.30 this morning and, while everyone else was asleep, I made Jamie's Oliver's fish pie. How old person is that? I've turned into my Gran. Will be serving it tonight alongwith Maria's bread and butter pudding. Am using raisin bread and orange and lime marmalade. Yum.