Rupert often tells me that the girls are just like me and that Leo is just like him. This happens a lot when they are being difficult, which is most of the time at the moment.
I have tended to agree with him but now have evidence that Leo has, after all, inherited something from his mother.
We were driving home from football the other day when Leo piped up with the following statement:
“There’s a boy in my class, so stupid, he has no idea what deux mille plus deux mille makes. I mean, everybody knows it makes 102!”
It has been a busy week, hence no posts. Among other things I have interviewed the Swiss/Italian billionaire America’s Cup winner Ernesto Bertarelli (sooo charming), been to my first-ever fashion show (blooming thin those models) and this evening am off to the American Ambassador’s residence for a concert by the New York Philharmonic followed by dinner with a Sheikh.
And if anyone asks me what deux mille plus deux mille is, I will know the answer.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009