Smashing pots

Here I am in the Archaeology and Anthropology museum in Cambridge, which I visited with Grandma. Daddy was very keen that I examine these pottery shards and give my learned opinion.

Pottery shards are a big feature of my life. I have noticed that, when Daddy talks about pottery, Mummy becomes somewhat glazed. He gets all fired up, but after a while she looks totally shattered - and then she goes to pieces.

Daddy thinks pots are smashing. Mummy says to Daddy: 'Why do you have to keep bringing up the past?' But Daddy just keeps digging over the subject, until Mummy is at breaking point.