She's slightly blurrier than she was a week ago, and if you could see that clock on the DVD player, you'd know she was up way past her bedtime. She also seems to have her Hitler hair back. But the important thing is she's home. It takes more than a bit of snow and ice to keep me from my daughter. Although, with hindsight, if I'm going to drive all the way to St Leonards after work, I probably should have offered to take my parents some shopping, rather than just turning up, digging Amelie out of the snow, and coming home.
Especially as I ate most of their food while I was there.
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