I'll keep my rambling missive to a few choice sentences. You all know the score, the odd arcane quotation embellished with an obscure Youtube video all mashed up to demonstrate the staggering wonder of our little blonde beast, although lets all hope that is where the comparisons to blonde beasts end. Her latest obsession is looking, in the monomaniacal Ahabian tradition, for wriggle worms in her garden. She is relentless in her pursuit, turning over top soil like she is panning for gold. Sadly, tonight's bounty was meagre - our hearts leapt after Nancy joyously found a worm only to be denied by her father needless, but factually correct, assertion that it was in fact a small twig. She took it well, pottering back into the kitchen, entreating me not to worry and then returning with a dust pan and brush to clear the mounds of soil she had excavated onto our prized cement terrace before giving me a cuddle. I think she was actually more upset about the twig than me but she was just putting on a brave face.
Oh, and thanks to one of her odd parents she how has a copy of Moby Dick - Melville fans might fail to recognise it as such due to its brevity - but it has all the salient points (a harpoon, some seagulls, Queequeg, the Pequod and old Moby) for a little bean to enjoy. Now, this in itself is unremarkable, but when you daughter walks down a packed train shouting "Daddy, I want to read Moby Dick", it is all you do not to combust into a horrid puddle of middle class smugness (which could almost be a Farrow and Ball colour). We win. We are the apogee of grim up north london parenting. If anyone can find her a children's version of Infinite Jest or Being and Nothing, then send them our way so we can further descend into baby Pseud's corner. Huzzah.
Anyway, I lied. That wasn't very short. But once I get going it's hard to stop myself from prattling on.
Enjoy the beasto.
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| Pudding |
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| "Curiosity is gluttony. To see is to devour" - I think Nancy understands where old Victor was coming from. |
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| Howzat. |
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| Only 140 days until Christmas |
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| Naked terror |
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| I say the LRB needs to buck up its ideas on equality. It's not the bloody 1950s |
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