Well, the cold went from bad to worse, calling at laryngitis, bronchitis, and finally stopping a few steps short of pneumonia. Thank God (and science) for antibiotics.

As luck would have it, it was on the day that laryngitis took hold that P made a quantum leap in picture books. No longer was she content to have us merely page through the longer ones and point out a few highlights. No, she wanted *every word* of Blueberries for Sal, and Mr Rabbit and the Lovely Present, and I, Crocodile. And sat rapt for half an hour at a time.

Fortunately P’s dad was in good voice.