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Sunday, December 11, 2011

By the time I picked up Amelie from my mother-in-law's yesterday afternoon, the moon was already riding high in the sky (much like Amelie on my shoulders), so as we walked from the car to our block of flats, she began telling me of her long term ambitions to join the European Space Programme. Well, what she actually said was "When I'm older, I want to fly through the sky to the moon - wheeeeeeee!", but it amounts to the same thing. It's pretty much what Big Sis wrote on her application form.

As we walked through the main door and into the swanky lobby of our apartment block, Amelie was expanding on her goals in life by telling me that having landed on the lunar surface, she wants to sit on the seashore and build castles out of moon sand. At which point we were followed into the lift by the chap mentioned in this headline.

Now, I'll generally chat to anyone, but it's not easy breaking the ice when you're trapped in a lift with a bloke you've only read about on the BBC news website. Fortunately I needn't have worried. As the lift doors closed, Amelie wondered aloud if there really is a seashore on the moon, to which our neighbour from the fifth floor immediately responded by telling her that there is, that it's called the Sea of Tranquility, but that you can't paddle in it.

It just goes to show that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Especially when the person in question looks as though they've never read one. It was probably him who threw out the book stack coffee table. By the time we reached the second floor, the three of us were firm friends, and I'd be willing to testify in court for him any day of the week. I already like him more than any of our other neighbours. Not that that's saying much.

On the subject of outward appearances, Amelie was playing Girl Story on the iPad this morning. It's an intellectually stimulating game where you have to dress your character in a variety of slutty outfits and then hang around in bars trying to pick up men. I don't think Lisa read the full description before downloading it. Anyway, Amelie was busy pressing the 'Flirt' button and getting nowhere fast with a bloke from I.T., so I advised her to go back to the wardrobe screen and choose something more revealing. At which point she suddenly shouted "Oh! She looks like Mummy!"

For anyone not familar with my wife, here's the screen in question...

Girl Story
Lisa's never been so chuffed.


Phil's Mum said...

With Amelie as her agent, Lisa has a spectacular future.  You'll be able to retire next year!

Dave said...

I seem to remember you've already tried to sign your daughter up here:

A Passer-by said...

So where did the tan come from? - a salon, a bottle, or Brighton beach, where the grains of sand are at least 1 inch in diameter?