A relative gave us a surprise, a generous cash gift.
I was very pleased, but once we safely invested it, I observed to Irene, “See, I told you money does not make one happy. We now have XX pounds, and are no happier than we were before.”
Irene, 10, “That’s because you have not spent it yet!”
Irene, crooning to me, “Mummy, you’re a mummy, and you’ll always be a mummy, but I am an Irene, and one day I will be a mummy.” Me, “Well, I’m not just a mummy.” She, soothingly, “I know. You are a writer, a Mummy, and a chatterbox.”
I was reading an article by a younger friend, and was cross to come across a word I didn’t know.
(I am a vocabulary freak, who don’t often come across words whose meanings i don’t know, and when I do, I look them up immediately).
Roy: “Don’t worry. When people show off, there is one thing less that they know that you don’t!”