Mirror

It’s not just women that flock to Baby S.  This afternoon we sat having a bite to eat with S sitting peacefully in her pram.  Our quiet repast fell to pieces with a piercing shout of “Scarlett” across the bar.  But it wasn’t our little girl being hallooed, no, it was a pretty red-headed toddler who was pulling the most grotesque faces at our bemused Little One.  It was as though our angel was gazing into one of those horrible Fun House looking glasses.