Apparently, at six and a half years old, I am now exactly the same age as Gail was when she first went to stay with her godmother Doris in Luzern.
On that rather flimsy pretext, Gail decided last night to read to me from the books Doris gave her on that first Swiss holiday.
You have to humour them sometimes, don't you?
We started with 'Heidi'.
Well, this Heidi, also six years old, is a cute little Swiss girl, and she prefers mountains to towns, which I guess is something in her favour. But really. Heidi?! It's a girl's book, isn't it? What else do you have there Gail?
So Gail sighs, mutters something about insidious gender stereotyping even influencing dogs' taste in classic children's literature, and reaches for 'A Bell for Ursli'.
Now that's more like it!
This Ursli fellow has some excellent adventures, of the sort I am hoping for in October. Maybe I shall get a chance to cross a perilous bridge?
Or run up and down a snowy mountain and dive through the window of an Alpine chalet?
Well I am beginning to understand why Gail is getting so excited.
Is it really still three weeks before we leave?