Boo and Skibo, racing around our house (we've an odd layout: it is possible to race figure eights through the rooms and corridors), lap after lap after lap. And I think to myself, "how delightful"....
And then I get to thinking about another house we nearly bought, and how life would have been different, who knows how, if we had bought it. And we might still have had children, but they would be different people. Of course, we wouldn't know how delightful Boo and Skibo would have been... but still, I'm glad that we have them.
They are an absolute delight. Relatively speaking, most of the time, as it were, so to speak, to coin a phrase.
Yours, speaking relatively,
N.
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