C hasn't stopped talking for more than a few seconds at a time since he woke up at 6am this morning. He's chattering to me now as I type this. O has inhabited her own, slightly loopy but enchanting, world of fairies, pictures, friends and animals, drawing us in whenever she can.
We told jokes as they podded broad beans for tea, and at the end of the day they had a go in my foot spa. There seemed to be more bubbles involved than when I do it.
Ah, so very good to have them back.