One day, in a fit of weariness and overwhelm, I sat in our purple armchair and closed my eyes. When I opened them, this is what I saw.
Pete. Looking straight at me.
He's a carer, our Pete.
And a singer. Most nights. In full frog voice.*
Lately he's been singing Christmas carols. O Holy Night. It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.
When he does, we call him Placido.
*He is only 1.5 inches long, though, so you may need to adjust your imaginations to fit.