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Monday, September 3, 2001

Esme just had a nightmare?   I heard the living room door, left it for a few seconds. Must have been Esme, as I opened it she was nearly back at the top of the stairs, "Daddy, 'ere's a 'eep on my 'ox."   While I was deciphering and asking for a repeat, I became as scared as her. It turned out that the dark coat on top of the pushchair, was the sheep.   Took her back to bed, and she was asleep PDQ. Discuss