Stuart Gets More Than He Signed Up For In The Guest Bedroom

Grannie, Grandpa and Stuart (my dad's mother, father and brother respectively) are up to stay with us for a few days.

As ever, Maia was not overcome with shyness, and has been charming one and all. Grandpa set about reading Winnie-The-Pooh to Maia pretty soon after arriving and, of course, got all the voices right. (Though I enjoy reading W-T-P, I feel a bit of a fraud sometimes. I remember Grandpa reading them to me, and it sounds wrong when I do it.)

Stuart and Maia seemed to get on fine, but nothing in the evening indicated just how comfortable with him she had become.

About 2 am, Maia padded through to the guest room, where Noonah normally sleeps, and appeared at the side of the bed. Stuart, not wanting to upset Maia, gently told her that it wasn't Noonah tonight. But Maia didn't mind one jot. She scrambled up the side of the bed and snuggled down. She proceeded to kick, wriggle and squirm her way through the night.

I don't think Stuart minded one bit. In fact, he seemed to think the whole thing very sweet, and told us about it this morning with a soppy grin on his face.