My daughter: Child of destiny

We were at the Pandemonium grand opening this weekend and one of the clerks made a Cthulu noise. May, who was her usual cheerful self, suddenly squoke. Her face crumpled and suddenly she broke into a ear-splitting and violent wail.

Clearly, she's destined to battle the Old Ones.

We also celebrated Father's Day. May and I got Christopher a Swiss Army Pocket watch because he aspires to being a curmudgeon and curmudgeons have a required uniform. Esp. curmudgeons in the British tradition.

(In case you're curious, other items in the uniform include, but are not limited to: a nice tweed blazer; a distinctive hat; a walking stick, by preference blackthorne; a flask, usually containing a single malt; a large fountain pen, with a wide nib; a Barbour coat; a lovely dress knife (he's got these last two already). Optional items can be based on the kind of curmudgeon you chose to be, for example a dandy-ish, or a crusty countryman, or a Old Boy academic and these itmes can include a bow tie, a monocle, unusual cuff links with a story behind them, a kilt (which he's got), a school tie and scarf, and silk kerchiefs to match your Jermyn Street shirts.)