Impossible
It is quite impossible to be sad and depressed with these two girls around you. One year ago today, Clara passed away and as I wrote yesterday, I had picked some flowers and put her candle in the window and the original plan was to spare a few minutes today to light it and reflect. That wasn't the girls plan. They got up early, chatting away in their now seperate cots, standing up in bed and doing their best to wake me up. So I took them downstairs to get some breakfast and playtime. You know nothing is safe anymore. They are literally everywhere. You turn one second and one of them has found the nightlamp and pulled it out - in the hall... like 10 metres away from their original position. And they are quick! I feel like I am stuck in one of those Tetris games on Gameboy, where you try to match tiles and they come flying faster and faster. Constant checking, no-ing ("Alice, no!" "Nono no Antonia!"), and picking up and placing somewhere else. I've built fences. I've set up cages. They find items and work arounds anyway. These two are quite clever! Watching which way Bernard the dog takes, to do the same. They've become very interested in Bernard. Keep saying 'cat' - they call all animals cat. But Alice has started saying Bernard too. So there is a lot of giggling and a sweaty mother running around.
