Village People
Yeah, yeah, I know we’re getting a bit sick of stock pictures from the Cornwall holiday but Mummy has managed to lose the camera and so we can’t upload pictures of Amelia with the lions and tigers and bears [ oh my ].
In the past week or so Amelia seems to have transformed from a placid little duckling of a child into a roaring snarling grizzly of a child. If she isn’t sleeping then she’s shouting about something and generally throwing things around. It’s quite embarassing to take her anywhere at the moment as she is just so noisy – still, I’m sure it’s just a twenty year phase she’s going through.
Oh, and the picture above is from the Geevor tin mine in Cornwall where the nazi behind the counter insisted Amelia have her own hard hat but then promptly said she couldn’t go down the mine. Idiots.