Babess was heading off to get ready for bed when she paused. “When I’m in my pyjamas, Mum,” she informed me airily, “remember I have a meeting?”
“A what?” No, I didn’t “remember”.
“A meeting, you know, like Daddy goes to? With talking?” Sometimes she talks down to me as if I’m permanently bewildered and she needs to humour me. Sometimes it feels like she’s right.
“Um, ok then. What’s your meeting about?”
Well of course. What else?
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