i think our garden might be missing a few woodlice now, the girls play with them the moment they get outside, and you know how playthings get lost ...
bill over the road calls them billy-bakers, and when i lived in scotland the twins sean and dan called them slaters, and found me some very impressive ones, back when i hated touching them and pretended that i didn't!
the other day daisy saw one that she thought was doing a pooh, and shouted with glee, "he's doing a poooo! he's making compost!"
so, they have been listening when we chat about the garden!
