School report

When Azara came home from nursery the other day she had her first school report. It's very sweet and quite amusing to read, telling us when and how much she eats, drinks, sleeps etc, but also that she loves touching other children on the faces, likes looking at books and playing the drums and maracas. Actually, she loves the experience so much that she cried on Monday when Jon came to pick her up. He said he walked up the drive way and could here her chattering away to the other children who are all older than her. I think the interaction with other little people is brilliant, she certainly seems to be blossming and -- rather unsurprisingly -- seems to be very headstrong already. We went to London on the train yesterday as I had a training course at the BBC to allow me to take freelance shifts at the World Service. She spent the journey there and back talking in a very animated manner to people, almost shouting at them and presumably sharing her excitement to be going to the Big Smoke and to be spending some time with Nanny Hils, who looked after her when I was at my course. We had a lovely time, on what was probably the hottest day of the year so far, with a sandwich on the South Bank, but unfortunately Azara was so exhausted from her big adventure, she didn't really make the most of Nanny Hils' excitement and eagerness to show her the ducks in St James' Park, although yet again it seems she liked the drums at the Changing of the Guard. It makes me think of the AA Milne poem, either that or 'Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?' Well on that literary note, I had better go and get a couple more Bean-free errands done before Daddy brings her back from nursery. I hope to get some more pictures on the blog soon, but time is becoming an increasingly rare commodity these days.
Love to you all,
H