“Gordon Bennett!” I exclaimed. “It’s almos’ as bad as the car, innit?” I’m afraid I speak Estuary English along with most people nowadays. The Sage had just got back from his fourth visit to the dentist, his newly-crowned tooth is sparkling prettily and he has paid the bill. Nearly £800. It’s when you need the services of the dentist, the vet or the car mechanic that you appreciate the NHS.
Pugsley has achieved 4 word sentences now. Such as “Come on, Granny, outdoors” “Find socks and shoes” “Bird on the grass” “Poo on the grass” (observing Tilly performing her morning functions) and “Flies on the poo.” His sentences are always well-constructed and make sense, and he speaks very clearly, although he does not yet appreciate that a verb is necessary for grammatical correctness. Squiffany went reluctantly to her nursery school – she’s still finding it hard to leave her mummy and brother although she does join in and enjoy it when she’s there.
When Dilly and I were sitting on the wall (well, the foundations of the wall-to-be) chatting, Pugsley came up and remarked on the tiny red spiders scuttling over it. “Tiny spiders, spider webs” he remarked. “What colour are they?” asked his mother. “Spiders” he said again. “Are they blue, yellow, red or green?” I said. “Red spiders” he told me, slightly puzzled by my stupidity. “Did you know he knew that?” I asked Dilly. “No, but I didn’t know he could count either, until he did the other day.” It’s having a big sister that does it. She tells him all sorts of useful things.