I took Freya to church today, to a weekly (non-religious) sing-song that is organised by Jesus or someone. It was only when I had sat down and let Freya wander around with the other small children that I realised something: watching small babies interact is like watching a very cute zombie film.

Whether they are crawling, ambling or walking, with arms outstretched after anything that moves/gives stability, there is more than a passing resemblence to a “Day of The Dead”, without the rotting flesh and bitten off limbs.

I told this little gem to one of the mothers there, a French woman, and only received a titter for what I thought was worth a more audible response. This does nothing for my recent discovery.

Perhaps her Frenchness is to blame, and not my humour.