I may feel sorry for this statement but I do genuinely love when Damian becomes unwell. Not terribly ill or dying in my arms but anything like coming down with a small cold, occasional fever, those sort of things. I find him at his calmest, most relaxed, sexiest even with warm forehead and half-open eyelids. I can sit next to him on the sofa he’s possessed for good it seems and keep things pretty my way in rambling, stroking, making him feel better with my annoying presence.
Nadia is a girlie girl, one that moves delicately. Sometimes I watch her and try to resemble this or other move and can hardly recognize in me. And then comes her heroines - Minnie flipping her enormously long lashes, Rapunzel melting hearts just by looking at you. Some time back I couldn’t figure out some of her facial expressions of scrunching her nose and generally making quite an unhappy face. It was a time when Disney delivered the image of a fearless explorer of pink apartments in much too dreary circumstances and I had that light bulb moment Coraline came down from the screen straight into our flat.
Happy weekend, you x