Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Third night of destruction

Dolly has surpassed herself this evening. While I am out at a thrilling musical about Boy George, Taboo, recapturing memories of my white pirate-shirted youth, Dolly is scouring Sophia's house, seeking out items that she can destroy for maximum impact.

Her girlish fancy seems to have lighted, for the nonce, on Poppy's bejewelled flipflops. Plus, horror of horrors, an intricately carved sandalwood elephant, which is now reduced to a gnawed lump of wood on legs. Well, only one thing for it. Into the bin with them. The family will have forgotten they exist by the time they come back from Vincent's midlife crisis gap year.

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