Our trip to Sydney last week also heralded the End Of The Dummy for us.
Well, for Chippie. But me too.
I hate dummies. It’s not a judgement thing, and that other people use them (or their children do) barely even crosses my mind. I don’t care if you do. I don’t care if you don’t. My opinion of you has no baring on your dummy related preference at all.
I hate that I have to remember to pack one all the time, that there needs to be one around, that I have to get up at Stupid O’Clock to plug one back in the wailing gob. I hate that they fall out and land in muck and get shoved back
