The two little granddaughters: Ms KB Parisienne and Ms ZK Londoner are competing in the fashion stakes:
As an objective by-stander Huttonian is obliged to say that the Parisienne has just the edge at the moment-even her dummy has a certain je ne sais quoi
about it. As for Ms ZK there is no disguising her charm but her Celtic impishness is more difficult to present haute couture
or is it some thing to do with the very French headgear?
Ps Proud parents please resist controversial and combatative comments (blogg-ed)