Nothing ready to publish for this Monday, so a quickie written when I am doubting whether I will see the denouement in the new series of Midsomer Murders. I expect I will collapse into bed very soon.
Sunday was Little Em's 1st birthday party, hosted by her father's father, as was Little M's first birthday, she now being almost three. Apart from Nephew and his partner, all the immediate family were there and it was a lovely, although rather hot afternoon.
There is a swimming pool at the large spread out home. Little Jo and Sister swam to cool off. When we left, many people had resorted to the pool, including the birthday girl. Little Jo was sullen. I took a great photo of Little Jo as she threw her head back after breaching the water. Later in my friendliest voice, I said to Little Jo, I took a great photo of you and I'll put it on to Facebook with other photos from today. I was actually talking to the back of her head. She spun around and said very formally, you need to ask my parents permission to put my photo on Face Book. R urged me to speak to Sister about it, who was nearby. Little Jo's parents are worried about her digital footprint, which will be of concern when she older, but not now, at nine years old.
Of course your photo can be taken by anyone in a public space, but I suppose this was a private space.
That was my sole conversation with her for the day, although I tried to engage her a few times. R received a bit better response, but after she left the pool and he went to pull her curly hair back into a ponytail, he realised she had a large hair knot lump, like an ungroomed cat or dog can get. The only way to be rid of it is for it to be cut out.
I was so shocked by Little Jo's response. What I really wish I had replied to her, Jo, this is not a stranger danger situation and there is no need for such a response. You are speaking to family. Yes, ok, I know most abuse of children comes from family members.
I am so tired.