some good, some bad

The day started well. We made a dummy bag. Out of the purple fabric that we chose yesterday. Kasia put her dummies in it and announced 'I'm happy'.

Then she watched Playschool, quarreled with me over something or other, ate half a can of butter beans and we decided to go out for lunch and ice-cream.

The car sounds like a tractor since oil change the day before yesterday. I decidedd to have a look. A cap was missing from the engine. Hmm. Back to the house to check in with Jeremy re. the wherebouts of the engine cap. Major crying spree ensued because I wouldn't let her stay in the driveway by herself.
Engine cap not found, mechanic got consulted and we were told to make our way there. Did that.

To be told that the car shouldn't be driven. Major histerics because Catherine just couldn't cope with leaving our beloved Mazda! And taking another car home! No way.

The thought of taking her car-seat with her and of driving in a taxi stopped the tears, but not the deap existential hurt. Hopefully, this got catered to over lunch. Strictly in line with her wishes: table in the garden, with vase on it ('but one that doesn't break, Mummy'), a bouquet of fragrant philadelphus and ice-cream for desert. The kid knows how to live well.