Christmas passed uneventfully enough, the highlight being a Christmas day lecture from Little Niece N (now a soap box adorning 4 year old, and therefore full of opinions) about sharing. I had begun to open my presents and squealed with delight when I found that Mammy had bought me a box of my most favourite chocolates, rafaello. I would describe them but then I would have to leave the house immediately to buy another box as the one in question here is quite empty.
I never share food. I will make you some, I will buy you some, but don’t eat mine.
I was immediately pounced on by Lilsister and Little Niece N so I attempted to flee the scene. The aforementioned lecture then took off in earnest with Little Niece N going hell for leather on a long rambling introduction to ‘sharing’ and all its charms. I was unmoved, and counter attacked with the fact that there were many other good things to eat in the house and this was MINE and I never had anything nice to myself.
As if unified in their hatred of me, Lilsister, Little Star, Little Niece N, Papabear, Baby Bro and Littlebro all demanded a rafaello.
It was a time of utter desolation.