It's cold but bright. In the afternoon I heard a song that has been absent for months. Yes, the tui has returned, and here it is, eating the golden melia berries. Usually the tuis like nectar best, but I guess in late winter, a bird can't be too choosy.
'Why do the dish and the spoon have hands and feet?' she asks, after studying her book of nursery rhymes intently.
Now, how do you answer a question like that?
I tried: 'Because it's in the person's imagination, who did the drawings.'
Ah-ha, she knew just what I meant!
'I have a friend in my imagination - called Pretty.'
There we have it: the secret to surviving those days when winter seems to be dragging its heels like an old tramp. A friend called Pretty is just the thing to cheer us up. Imagination. It will take us far.