This feels very odd. Please to forgive unease of first few posts. Will get into it soon. It's a promise.
Glad tidings from the wetlands: To all of you out there who worry about the psychological effects of being called 'spek' by one's parents, worry no more!
Isabelle has come up with her own nickname, she calls herself 'abeille'. Which we think is an eminently suitable name. She looks a bit like a bee. On a cloud background. Now we just wait for her to grow up and start reading Winnie the Pooh.
This morning her shoe had been filled by Saint-Nicolas, which in her rendition came out as 'koja schoen koja'. Chocolat and Nicolas being homophones and all that.
I'm off to get ready to play ersatz nymph (what is ersatz anyway?) at the defense of some Spanish person I've never heard of. Apparently, this is a hole in market: Lost your paranymph? We provide cheap and decorative replacements within the hour! Call +1-00-xxx. The Lost Nymph Service. Nah, that doesn't sound right. Will definitely think about it very seriously if multitude of other planned careers fail to materialize.
Off I go, nymphing nymphing away...
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