Today H found ‘Dear Grandma Bunny’ the saddest Miffy book ever. “OH! THERE IT IS!” she declared, obviously having wondered where it was these last two and a half years (she carefully studies the pictures on the back of the books and was convinced for ages she didn’t have ‘Miffy At The Gallery’). “Mummy, please read it!”
So I did. I read it. I burst into tears twice. I told her about Grandad Mike.
She said “can we go to Sebastian’s house?”
I guess it’s still too early to tackle death, even if she does pick the saddest books we have.