Monday, January 16, 2006

The things they say.

It was my daughter Claire’s eighth birthday last week. So on Saturday night we hosted a sleepover for eight little girls. I know, I know. Madness. Particularly as Rachel and I had to give up our bedroom to accommodate them.

It wasn’t too bad in the end. The threatened hysterics at 2.00 am were headed off by Mum joining the girls on The Floor of Mattresses.

Sunday morning I emerged bleary-eyed from the bathroom, to be accosted by Claire’s best friend Caitlin. She looked at me intently before pronouncing: ‘You look good without your glasses but you have a tiny head.’

I widened my eyes in mock outrage.

‘Well, you have,’ she insisted, before heading downstairs to join the others.

‘I may have a tiny head but at least I’ve written a book!’ I shouted after her. Okay, I didn’t. But I should have done.


Anne Marie said...

Ha ha. Hmmm.

Very subtle.




roger said...

Well, I wanted to post the story about my tiny head and then I remembered this was supposed to be about my book, so I added that bit at the end. D'you think I got away with it?