Beautiful boat ride around the southern coast of Corsica. Ask Maddie what she remembers of the day, however, and her answer would be 'the pink curtains on the coach in the car park and the giant jar of Nutella in the shop we didn't go into'.
Startling proof emerged today that, contrary to recent evidence, Maddie does listen to us.But only when we are not talking to her. I had politely enquired if today's driver was going to break with protocol and routinely check for oncoming traffic from the left upon entering a roundabout. Maddie intervened. 'Yes Mummy, it's terrible. Daddy can't even sleep when you're driving, can he?'
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