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Yesterday Eloise successfully identified the colours green and blue, building on pink. Today she recognised lellow (sic).

She has added "Please" to her lexicon, as in "More please." And "Oi!" As in "Nappy! Nappy! Nappy! Oi! Oi! Oi!"

We went over to the brook this morning after our ablutions, and walked up a little way throwing balls for the dogs. Then we went up the hill to the playground and showed that Eloise bears no mental injury from her mishap on the swing a few days ago. In fact she didn't want to come off the swing at all, and went back and forth, back and forth for a good twenty minutes.

She then adjourned to the slide and surprised me by climbing a ladder up to a platform - and I mean a ladder as in with rungs and quite a perilous gradient - whilst I was attempting to keep Matilda out of peoples' gardens.

She prefers sliding down on her tummy to her bottom, for some reason. The slide is quite good at this particular playground, very fast.

After a drink of water we encountered an old biddy who seemed intent on carrying out a developmental assessment of Squeaky and remedying hat fact that she didn't have her hat on at that particular point in time, which I found intensely irritating. However I kept my counsel.

In probably an unconscious attempt to spite the old sow we then went rock jumping down at the brook while the dogs went exploring. Eloise, when undertaking this extreme sport (when in Rome etc) takes gigantic steps from one rock to another with only Dad's thumb to save her from the broiling rapids surging beneath.

Then, paddling, she was saved from falling into a shallow pool to the side of the foaming cataract only by Dad and the hem of her dress, which got a little wet.

What adventure!

I suppose I should come clean and admit the foaming cataract was around two inches deep and didn't actually contain any foam, and that the broiling rapids were what you might term a gentle flow and were only broiling in a quite small way.