The Blog belongs to Cassia and her Godmother
The blog is rejoicing that Cassia’s Godmother (having had the foresight and wisdom to carshare with a 4×4) had a narrow escape from a night on a snowy Haldon Hill in Devon and was not forced into an unseemly toilette arrangement on the hard shoulder of a dual carriageway.
The last word comes from 5 year old Cassia herself, these contradictorily being her first words this morning.
“Mummy, why does my mouth taste of crab sticks when I haven’t been eating them?”
Why indeed Cassia, why indeed.