It is raining and I have a hundred million things to do so I relented and let La Fille watch a DVD. I can justify this if it's in English. I said no to the Teletubbies: "You're far too old for them," I told her (besides it is hardly a masterclass in received pronunciation); I said no to Noddy, because the only DVDs of him we have are in French so Toyland is the Pays des Jouets, Master Tubby Bear is Nestor and Noddy is Oui Oui: "Sorry, it's non, non to Oui Oui," I said. She glared at me. Dora l'Exploratrice was ruled out for the same reasons as was Barbapapa. Her sulky pet lip came out. She thrust a DVD box with a picture of a penguin on it and assuming it was the one about the tap dancing birds I said OK.
My mother rang. I told her La Fille was in front of the TV watching penguins. "It's not Pingu is it, because if it is it's not going to help her English." I said: "It could be." I went into the living room; La Fille turned and shouted "Narp, narp". "Yes, it's Pingu," I said.