
After a while Mrs J drove back to let us out (no crystal required), and I put G in her new trike and took her down to the park in our local village for a go on the swings. That made her forget her cold for a while, and her spluttering was replaced by a broad smile as she swung back and forward. Every time we go she seems to want to swing higher. I can see it ending in tears one day soon, but at least the park has got a nice soft landing area.
It's amazing how seldom they fall off, even on the big swings. Dudelet progressed over from the baby swings to rather more grown up swings bit by bit and I kept imagining him flying off them for ages. But somehow, it never happened. Touch wood.
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