Lest you, dear reader, come to the conclusion that here chez Millar we live a life of perpetual smiles and happiness, I feel I must share with you the sorry tale of Billie and the washing machine. Billie is Holly's favourite doll, and constant companion. To say that Billie tends to get rather grimy in the course of her duties would be something of an understatement, so on Saturday morning we removed her doll-sized garments and tossed them in the washing machine. The resulting explosion of clothes, limbs and wailing from Holly would have put Krakatoa to shame. It took a while, and the strategic deployment of The Jungle Book on the video iPod, to get her calmed down again, at which point Holly expressed her intention to sit in front of the washing machine until the cycle had blummen well finished. She even managed to look cute doing it, the little minx.
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