HB and I went to the bookshop this afternoon and we bought some lovely bedtime stories. As we walked back to fetch our car, I asked her if she would let me take a quick photo of Sauchiehall Street in the darkness. She kindly assented, but then surprised me by saying “Dad, take my picture”. Two things strike me about this resulting snap.
1. How big must grown-ups seem to only-just-three-year-olds?
2. How like a little space-suit and space wellies this clobber seems! (More signs of her astronaut potential). Actually, Yoda thing also there going on is!
The actual street image. (How odd is the spotlit overhead cable)?
