Ava in the Morning light

The little girls are visiting for the weekend. Just back from their adventures in Sri Lanka. I worried they might cancel to avoid my lurgy but their Mum was unfazed. Ava sat on the edge of my bed arms hugging herself tight as she told me about the gang of monkeys that terrorised them in the jungle. Scary stuff when you are only four foot tall. She loved the food and the 'kind, gentle' people. When she grows up she wants a job that lets her travel all the time. Except for on boats. She found that out the hard way 2 hours into their 8 hour journey.

Ava's hair looks like someone has painted tiny licks of gold leaf on to the tips. It is so thick I can barely manage to get the brush through to the bottom layer.