How embarrassing that I’ve never read this before. It was a much more touching portrait of the self-important Mr Pooter than I’d imagined. Yes, he was a frightful snob, prig and penny-pincher, but he was also gentle, honest and truly loved his family. What a great picture of the English Man. I laughed out loud at some of his humiliations and the cosmic trials sent to test him. Particularly the bootscrape. Freddie is currently finishing every sentence with ‘smelly socks!’ which I probably shouldn’t be encouraging. I’ve tried changing it to ‘stripy socks and chunky chocolate!’, but it’s not taking. His lullabies at the moment are mostly old Pogues songs, with some of the lyrics subtly changed. ‘Misty Morning Albert Bridge’ seems to be a particular favourite, but is very difficult to sing. Libby is not quite walking yet, but is built like a prop forward.
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