Hoovering

I was going to call this post 'growing up', until I realised that this is what the whole blog is really about.  So instead I went all literal and called it hoovering.  Because this is about hoovering.  Or dysoning, or whatever Marisca's children will call it once Hoovers have all gone and everyone starts to wonder why we call it hoovering.

Marisca used to hate hoovering.  Not doing it herself - but anyone doing it near her.  She's never been a big fan of loud noises.  But the other day Elspeth was hoovering around Marisca and she asked to have a turn.  She kept at it for a good few minutes.  Along with the washing up and putting her toys away she's starting to become a useful person to have around the house.