Huda Chronicles 1

Henceforth I shall be edited by the eloquent two-year-old.
'There's a fly around,' says an annoyed Huda.
'Don't worry it's just floating overhead,' says I.
'Floating? Like in a swimming pool?' she asks, incredulous.
'Erm, well not floating more like flying, like a fly,' says I. Embarrassed. Grateful. Mixed metaphors sorted. Phew!