Mike's musings

Bryanston

In the post today, I got the yearly report and round-up from my old school, Bryanston, down in Dorset. Guess that means that other people may have got it, too, and as I put an entry in it with a bit of a round-up (albeit written about a year ago, when I was till at Cryptomathic), and included my blog URL, so maybe some people will visit. If you do, it's good to see you around: please leave a comment.

Christmas trees and Christmas

We got a Christmas tree today, put it up and decorated it. Jo's really into it, and Christmas in particular. We've got a knitted nativity set (long story, but it's marvellous) which we also put up, and she's particularly fond of the kings (well, wise men, but kings is easier). A couple of nights ago, she phoned Jesus: she loves pretending to phone people and then chatting to them, but Jesus is a first. Tonight, she was in bed, and kept saying "God's son". I asked who she meant: "who's God's son?", and she said "Jesus". She then wanted to read Sleepy Jesus, which we did.

It's too early for her to understand about God, or being a Christian, but she's growing up understanding the key areas, and, since Kate (her grandmother, Moo's mum) said goodnight to her a couple of times over the past few days, she's been saying "angels watch" (from "angels watch over you", a goodnight blessing) as she's going to bed. And Moo's playing along, at the very least.