My models
None of our children suffer from false modesty and they had a lovely time putting on different scarves and wrist warmers in front of the mirror until the moment came when I ushered them outside. On a day which switched from bright sunshine to snow storms modelling cashmere outdoors seemed hard work. Each time I opened the door to usher one frozen model indoors and call for another snatches of the Entertainer, played by one hand, drifted onto the terrace. Both boys have recently taken up the piano, but they tell me that due to their inherent natural talent they don’t need any formal lessons, preferring to do it their own way. In Sam’s case this (naturally enough) means picking out the notes of “My Way” whilst his younger brother is following his lead in learning The Entertainer. Finally I called for all models at once, leaving Aldo in peace with the washing up and some mellow jazz on his ipod.