I love that the Brits call them 'childminders'. It evokes images of Mary Poppins and of severe nannies pushing old fashioned prams through Kensington Park.
However, that (completely false) stereotype is contrasted against what I actually want, which is a rainbow-clad, crayon-toting, fun, funny, warm, hippie lady who genuinely likes kids, but especially my kid, and wants to spend lots of time on the floor playing games and making messes. That's what I want.
This afternoon is due to be full of phone calls. Here goes!
On a more positive note, since it's pissing down rain and generally a morose drab kinda day, I include photos from last week and a glorious dusk that fell over Torbay.
