I am sitting at my desk typing out chapter revisions. Above my head the girls are drifting in sleep’s orbit; two small moons in whose gravity I find my self contentedly anchored.
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I am sitting at my desk typing out chapter revisions. Above my head the girls are drifting in sleep’s orbit; two small moons in whose gravity I find my self contentedly anchored.
We are queuing in the bag drop line at Gatwick and I am trying to explain the security arrangements to the girls. “So” I say “they’ll be looking through your pockets. Any guns or knives? Ha ha!”
Lil S looks up and says “Me got dis!!!” In her hand is a double-bladed pencil sharpener. It is about the only object she owns that might set off a security alert. HOW did she know?