Miranda's reading tonight so fluent that I thought she must have memorised it. I tried catching her out by turning the pages out of sequence, and she didn't bat an eyelid.
Lewis was a bit miffed that someone had let the tyre down on his bike at school today. He seemed really hurt that someone would do something annoying and causing such inconvenience.
A bit like reading about the fabulous Andy Scott statue that some caveman managed to fell a few days ago - it saddens you when you realise that some people get pleasure from destroying things - but that's just how they define their existence I guess.