Penis. Bum. Poo. Fart. Rubber. Milestone

*sigh* Dinner time is still wallowing in a mire of ‘poo face’, ‘bum bum’, fart jokes and ‘look at my penis’ type rambling. The four year old thinks it is the funniest conversation ever, and is one of those people who will continue on the same path in the vain…

It's not the crying I don't like

This morning was a little bit like Hell; a veritable comedy of errors that chipped away at my confidence and self worth and had me in tears by around 9.36 at the indoor swimming pool. Essentially, it had not been a good morning. Not helped by my missing, for the…

Grab the coffee and run

Last night’s dinner – and presentation of a cat cake that looked nothing like a vagina – was lovely. Our friend, quite possibly knowing full well we were going to acknowledge his birthday and choosing to give up resisting this onslaught, loved his cake and presents and being spoilt. Which…