There was a price to pay, though, as Taid insisted on making me cawl cennin* for today's lunch, and I was obliged to polish off a whole bowlful, leaving him with none for his own ethnic cravings (the real reason he had made it in the first place).
After this luncheon, I explained the finer points of Duplo deconstruction, knocking spots off mere Derridean rivals, before playing a few show-off arpeggios on Mummy's guitar.
*translated from the normal blogger's barbarous middle-high Taidish, this comes out in English as plain leek soup. I made him alter the recipe to include a nourishing spoonful of creme fraiche, as Nana is French.
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