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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

I'm not sure if everyone is on a secret mission to reduce me to tears, but Amelie's decided to document the week's events in her school journal...


That's her saying goodbye to Chloe for the last time before we left for the vet on Monday. And this is me looking sad at the surgery...


I think she's had some kind of remote viewing experience, as she wasn't actually there. She's nailed it pretty accurately though.

But if that's not enough to tug at your heart strings, try this one on for size...


That's Chloe's final resting place. And my parents have done her proud. Admittedly, it does look a bit like the corner of 3rd & Bird, but it's what Chloe would have wanted. So I'd just like to thank my Mum and Dad for their efforts. I'm unbelievably touched, and will be visiting it often.

Of course, in the great circle of life, a tragic death is often followed by a joyful birth, and this week is no different. No sooner had we bid a fond farewell to Chloe, than we were welcoming the baby Jesus into the world. Yes, Holy Mary, Mother of God, it's Amelie in a bed sheet...

I'm joking, of course. That's actually the outfit worn by Kylie Minogue in the 'Can't Get You Out of My Head' video.

This afternoon was Amelie's first ever school nativity, which, in a break with tradition, was entitled 'A Little Bird Told Me', and starred a robin and a flock of sparrows. I thought that was a bit unusual, until one of my colleagues told me that her daughter's nativity was called 'A Midwife Crisis'.

Upon arrival at the school, Lisa and I were forced to sign a legal document promising that none of the photos we took would end up on the internet, so I'm already risking prison by publishing the picture on the left. I'm banking on no one recognising the hands and feet in the background. Although as they're all Catholics, it's possible there might be stigmata.

The play itself was very good, and featured a number of songs, all with highly enthusiastic actions, which were performed by a cast of almost ninety, most of whom were playing trees, rooftops, oceans, mountains and birds. The part of Mary turned out to be a fairly minor role, although not as minor as Jesus, who barely got a look in, and was reduced to being shaken vigorously by his mother during the final dance routine.

Lisa and I had front row seats, but sadly on the wrong side of the hall, which meant that most of my photos of Mary were blocked by her husband. It was obviously quite a controlling relationship. I did, however, get a nice video of Amelie's headgear coming off, and her attempting to get it back on whilst doing the actions to 'We Wish You a Merry Christmas'.

All in all, it was a triumph. But as the Baby Jesus will tell you when he grows up and starts doling out advice, there's no rest for the wicked. Amelie's doing it all again tomorrow. And if Lisa's anything to go by, the second birth will be a lot easier.

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