One rainy day last month we persuaded Caspar to watch 'The Empire Strikes Back' because we wanted to watch it. His nights have been haunted ever since by the thought of Darth Vader and his raspy voice. Simon has tried to treat Caspar's fear with his own brand of humour therapy - heavy breathing at the breakfast table, frequent renditions of the Star Wars theme tune, conversations beginning 'oh Caspar, Darth just phoned, he wondered if you wanted to pop round to play'. This week Elizabeth turned four and amongst the many lovely presents she received was a soft pink teddy that snores when you press it's paw, a kind of heavy breathing kind of snoring. She promptly named it Darth Vader Teddy and it now represents a new object of terror for poor Caspar.
