Monday, 20 February 2012


Just when we thought it was safe to head back out into the sunshine, the Matildabeast goes and sprains her ankle. Arrgghhh. So instead we headed out to the surgery, the pharmacy and Marché Plus (to get some vital medical supplies: Kinder Eggs). And now we are once again consigned to barracks. No using the wonky ankle until it is dewonked. Ten days. Ten days. Don't be surprised if it all goes a bit Lord of the Flies round here.

After nearly an hour and a half's patient waiting to see Dr. Roques O was going bananas. When we went to the pharmacy afterwards he kept knocking everything off the shelves, deliberately, he was like a different child. He's never done this. And we go to the pharmacy at least once a week to say coucou to Tantine Steph. This is clearly what happens when the minibeasts are not free to roam. As I've always suspected (but a hypothesis I've never felt inclined to test) running off excess energy is so important to maintaining good behaviour.

Anyway, during our confinement we shall be trying to direct our energies creatively. Like this birthday card for Great Nana Iris.

And we shall be hanging out with our friends Peppa Pig, the Barbapapas, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Flash McQueen and the Little Miss and Mr. Men.


  1. Oh no! I hope she's OK and you can keep her from running around like a whirling dervish for the next 10 days!

    Sam also sends her best wishes to Matilida


  2. Oh no! 10 days is a long time for a three year old (and her mama too!) Is she going to school?

    1. It's the school holidays this week, she should go back next Monday. I think for the sake of everyone's sanity we'll probably let her!


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