Love Actually

The twins have really become daddy's girls at the moment, trying to please me and calling me "My Daddy!" all the time, and crying at the drop of the hat if I raise my voice one octave against them. Except for the last bit, I'm really enjoying it all, basking in their unconditional love, as I realise there will come a time when daddy will not be the "be all" and "end all" in their lives. Ah, they grow up so quickly...

While Emma Blog will end in the near future, I have it in mind to create a another, more general blog which will feature more wider ranging topics than just the Emma or the twins, though not as religiously updated as this one is. Thinking, thinking, thinking...


ODD SPOT: The ladies of old Rome customarily put perfumed swan's fat in their bathtubs filled with donkey milk.


P.S: Ah, "Oil of Animal Farm" for that rustic urban fragrance...