Can't win 'em all

She hates cauliflower.

Beetroot went down ok, though. We took a photo of her with beetroot all round her mouth; she looks like a lioness chowing down on a luckless gazelle. I might upload it (when I've figured out my new photo software, i.e. don't hold your breath.)

The flamenco evening was excellent. No one commented on the sangria. We also had a sitar-playing storyteller among us, and yes, he played his sitar and told stories. I liked the sitar: the storytelling was too much for my ropey French. I think it had something to do with animals, there was a moral at the end. It was quite low on gags, I think, but maybe that's the old French/English sense of humour clashing swords..

Emma is very happy after her drama. Apart from not managing to stick her feet in her mouth, nothing seems to bother her much.