Alan’s first priority was teaching our nieces to scoot. Emma seemed happy to try, but quickly discovered that someone else (Helen for example) was happy to push her along. Emma’s stubborn streak meant she kept scooting and scooting, albeit slowly. We practised outside the flat, then scooted into Zurich to the lake, then back along Bahnhofstrasse. Emma was unstoppable, and was quite unconcorned about falling behind. Every now and again we heard a plaintive “Mummy, wait for me!