I was out early this morning. While everyone else was still asleep I was on BBC Radio Bristol, doing my best to sound intelligent and thoughtful about my Ethiopia trip, and not like a toddler who had accidentally been given a microphone. I got back at about 8am, and the house was still silent, but as I was opening the curtains in the living room I heard some quiet footsteps on the stairs. I turned and saw Belle, arms held out in front of her, Jackie Chan style.
She saw me and looked relieved. “I thought you were a burglar!” she said.
“Nope,” I said, “just me.” And then I thought for a bit. “So you thought there was a burglar and you were coming downstairs to confront me?”
“Yes,” she said, as though I was stupid. She has always been a bit of a feisty one, very protective of her family.
“But what if they hurt you?” I asked.
“They wouldn’t,” she said, “I know kung fu.”
“Do you actually though?” I asked. “Or do you just know how to stand like that with your arms up?”
“No,” she said, “I actually know it.” She kicked her leg up in the air a bit and then looked at me defiantly, as though that proved it. She did look quite scary. It’s probably a Bad Thing to rely on your ten year old twiglet of a daughter to protect you from intruders, but I did feel strangely proud at her courage.
Potential burglars, consider yourself warned. Our home is not for the taking.