A television producer returns from LA to his roots in the North of England. There he marries a Californian (who's still getting used to the cold) and fathers his fifth child at the age of 57.
Showing posts with label flat packs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flat packs. Show all posts
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Playing Deal or No Deal - Flatpack Edition
Izzy was really worried about her new bedroom, so Jo tried to reassure her.
“You’ll have all your dolls there, and Ariel the fish.”
“But is it going to be purple?”
A long pause. Then Jo said: “Yes, it will have purple curtains.” I rolled my eyes in disbelief. What will the neighbours in Hampstead think?
“And there’ll be bunk beds too?”
Behind Izzy’s back I was vigorously shaking my head at Jo. No, no bunk beds, please. But Jo’s mouth was already open.
“Yes, definitely bunk beds.”
That clinched it. Our daughter screamed and did her little happy dance. Izzy has been desperate to sleep in a top bunk.
Labels:
flat packs,
Hampstead,
Izzy,
Joanna,
LIFE,
moving house
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