Titus the Miner

The story of the Chilean miners really struck a chord with Titus. So much so that he is building his own mine in the front garden, with the aid of a trowel and a pocket torch. His plan is to create a mine that will not collapse and trap people inside, such is his empathy with those poor guys who were trapped for 63 days. On a more cheerful note, he has also started a nature collection. Originally this was restricted to stones, but as he often finds these too heavy for his coat pockets he has started adding other random items, such as two half-eaten apples, a dead bird and a snailshell.

Meanwhile Hedda has a date this afternoon - she'd kill me for saying that though. A little boy from her class is coming round at three o'clock to play. He is one of those children that you cannot help liking - polite, looks you in the eye, not shy but also not cocky. His manner reminds me so much of the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland; he always seems in a hurry and checks his watch frequently before rushing off to whatever he is late for. Hedda is very dismissive of him so I shall observe them with interest later. From a discreet distance, of course.