Little Street teatime

beth is sitting in the same high chair that i used when i was little.
it's quite strange for me seeing her toddling around the house, in much the same way that i must have done. the house hasn't really changed at all and, who knows, maybe one day she'll bring her children here too.
she's such a happy little bundle - never happier than when she's watering the table with her beaker and using a silver spoon rather than those silly plastic ones.