“There was food in the kitchen of our rocket, and there was plates, and a table, and a bathroom, and a other room, and a dining room. Oh no! You agotten your space boots! There! Now, Emer’s space boots. There! There. That’s a only thing for a frog.”
Dressed in saggy, soggy nappy, and a sleeveless vest (undershirt for Americans): “You watcha me do my ballet?” Then she held her arms out in fourth position and her legs were – well, sort of like a plie from second position but with the left foot raised, very Indian Dance looking. Then she did roly-poly arms, then a drumming move. “My have two – three moves!” she declared.
We cruelly made her have a new nappy anyway.
In The Night Garden is a new CBeebies TV show, made by Ragdoll, who also made the Teletubbies. It is entirely incomprehensible, impenetrable, and dreamlike, and Linnea adores it so much that I have managed to find time to have her watch it four times in a day. Twice.
It contains the phrase “Isn’t that a pip?” which is apparently good, though in my lexicon to give someone the pip is bad.