I took Amelie out in the snow yesterday. We went on a father-daughter team-building exercise to my doctor's surgery to get a repeat prescription for Tamsulosin. It's memories like that which will be so precious to her in later life. Anyhoo, I'm not saying it was a bad decision, but we spent most of the journey recreating the scene from King Kong where they glide across the frozen lake and almost die. At one point I was sliding to the right, Amelie's buggy to the left, and a car with its brakes full-on was coming straight towards us.

For safety's sake, I decided that we ought to have more weight for the return journey, to make both me and the buggy more stable, so we loaded up with Finest Deep Filled Mince Pies at Tesco. They've got walnuts and almonds in them, and are not only nice to eat, but also a useful medical tool. By the end of the afternoon we'd conclusively proved that Amelie doesn't have a nut allergy.

Having been out in the snow for half the day though, she has developed a taste for ice...


Her eyes might be bigger than her stomach, but her mouth's a lot larger than both.