Day 133: Stream of consciousness

As I was sitting down to write this, Exile #4 managed to get to standing right behind me before saying anything and I nearly jumped out of my skin when she did. She was quite upset - she had taken a dislike to her pillow but I managed to persuade her (I think) that whatever she thought about it had just been a dream.

Exile #3 is on a short (48 hour) course of antibiotics to ward off the possibility of Lyme disease following her tick bite. She is fine at the moment and continues to want to know how everything works. After she found an old compact camera the other day, we found ourselves explaining life before digital photography - it sounded strange to me as I told her that you couldn't see the photos until you had finished a whole film and had it processed - it must sound truly extraordinary to her.

Both the girls are prone to suddenly singing renditions of songs they have heard on the radio or wherever at the moment. The other day after I heard a snippet of "Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel..." I was amused to hear Exile #3 telling Exile #4 that it doesn't mean 'No' after Exile #4 had been shaking her head to, as she supposed, emphasise the words. Maybe she was confusing it with KT Tunstall's "No no no, no no no no - you're not the one for me" which they also broke into several hours after hearing it on the radio the other day.

Talking of singing, American Idol came to an end this evening, we were saved from any temptation to watch the interminable results show by having a guest for dinner. The tour is coming to town at some point in the summer - sponsored by (you couldn't make it up) Pop Tarts.

It's actually a pond and don't go kissing, they're not all princes in disguise you know.