Teenage invasion and a case of mispronunciation

Tooth fairy delivered (though only just: quite how she almost managed to forget, after all last night's careful preparation, probably has something to do with the wine (a very pleasant Italian Sangiovese) that lubricated her journey. Thanks to four-legged-friend, who serendipitously barked at 5am, she jumped out of bed - which of course, was in one of Daddy's shoes, in his wardrobe - and found and placed her coin beneath the pillow). And she apparently used her special clippers to pinch out a tiny piece of tooth. Littlest is very happy.

Not sure Littlest has enjoyed being littlest today, though - assorted teenagers can come across to seven year olds as puzzling and very cruel e.g. in their totally inexplicable, roll-on-the-floor hilarity when she mis-announced, "I want some cock!" as she watched some coke being poured into someone else's glass. (Apologies if I have shocked anyone ...)

Four-legged-friend not sure about teenage invasion, either - first, they build strange, billowing pods and camp in his garden and keep him awake half the night; then their sleeping bags, beer cans, headphones and cameras (all damp, because of the rain) take up residence on the hall floor; then there are the shoes - dozens of them, and all soggy, lined up, in prime dog spot, in front of the Aga; and the constant music, constant eating and constant lying on the new sofas that four-legged-friend has been eyeing up longingly, ever since they arrived.

He doesn't know yet that he is being left in the care of teenagers over the weekend - while adults and Littlest go to visit the tooth fairies/Granny's garden for one night, after attending a wedding celebration.

Maybe, we could have saved the tooth fairy a journey!

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