In a freakish accident, Stephen has just pulled the front off right off one of the kitchen drawers, and, in the process, has shattered the cafetiere and the hand-painted milk jug I brought home from Redhill up above Simonstown. The one that's part of the tea set that my folks bought for me last year. There is glass and coffee all over the kitchen. All. Over. That's fairly easily remedied, but I'm not sure how we're going to put the drawer back together. Stephen wasn't hurt, I'm glad to say. The kid does seem to have a talent for breaking things in unusual ways. When he was about Sophie's age, for instance, he opened the door of the Golf and pulled the handle right off. Probably by the end of the evening I'll think this is amusing; right now, even though I know it's not healthy to get attached to things, I'm upset. People before things, hasn't that been my chant for the last decade or so? Sigh.