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Posted by Mummy Dearest on Mar-21-2010

I was up at 9.30 am this morning, hanging about with The Girl at the kitchen table, chewing the fat, while she waited for The Boyfriend to pick her up. They were going to Beverwijk today, big market and she needs a new jacket.

He called ( cel phones are a very important part of life here) and says that he will be a bit later. She goes upstairs to check her email and that sortof stuff.

I sit in the kitchen , looking stupid, reading yesterdays papers. I do stupid very well.

Next thing that I know, she is trotting down the stairs, calling out “Mam! Mam! ” and I am going shush, shush, the other two are still sleeping !

Daddy was on Hyves. On her Hyves, in fact.

She had noticed some *stranger* had been visiting her Hyves site. But Hyves is like FaceBook, one collects friends like Pokeman cards. And then there was a message using her family nickname, one that only The Father and I use. Secret questions were asked, that only a few and chosen know the answers to, and yes, it was Daddy.

Later in the day, Daddy called me from India. I told him about this morning, and he gave his side of the story.

One of his student interns in India found The Girl on Hyves, but was afraid to say one word to her. He showed Father her site and Father was floored. He saw her photos. I am on the phone saying, well, don’t you know how cute The Girl is ? She is our little bon bon and she is the Boss’s daughter .

He said, well, I don’t want her to know this chap in any case.


  1. Catherine Said,

    Lovely photo!

  2. Mummy Dearest Said,

    I thought so as well. Taken with a phone, of course….

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