I'M SURE...

... I've just seen a few snowflakes blowing around this morning! Yet again, it's bitterley cold with a really strong wind. The girls are going to need their coats on when we go out later.

They were as good as gold last night, although pool little Lily really couldn't understand where Charles was. Every evening, they come and settle down with us for telly time (!) - Rose lies next to me, very close to the TV so that she can keep a close eye on it, and on the adverts inparticular. Even when she's apparently in a deep sleep, she knows instantly when a programme finishes and the ads begin and will stand on guard against meerkats, back horses and weird looking cartoon characters like those spooky things they've got in the Lloyds 'for the journey' ads. Lily meanwhile, snuggles up to her Dad, her hero, and never leaves his side all evening, remaining in a state of sublime reaxed ecstacy until we tell her it's bedtime, at which point she rolls onto her back for the pre-bedtime tummy tickle!

Of course, last night he wasn't there and Lily spent fruitless time searching for him, looking longingly at the settee where they usually sit together. She tried lying next to me (and on top of me) but I'm obviously not the right shape for her, because she gave up and took herself into the sunroom where she proceeded to make a nest out of four cushions into which she burrowed and slept a sad little sleep, no doubt feeling thoroughly dejected and lonely!

Never mind Lil - he'll be home this evening, so normality will once again be restored.