Some much has happened in such little time.

Mini-hd (aka Monkey) has now got eight teeth and is currently upstairs howling her way through her ninth. Poor thing. I've tried dowsing the gum with brandy but apparently I should only rub and not offer her the full shot. This parenthood melarky is such a learning curve...

I can't believe that she'll be starting nursery soon. Or that she swam underwater for the first time yesterday. She didn't like it but she did it which made me v proud. And her reward is a nasty little tooth that looks like it's coming out sideways with her screams of anguish. Poor love.

Must remember to egg-box her room...

Meanwhile, Plastic Fuzz has signed off. Shout out to Plastic Fuzz - if you ever come back online, send me a line! I did turn around to Girlpants as we watched the news on Nightjack that we would lose some good decent bloggers as the Times forced the name of an anon police blogger to be published. From reports however, the silly boy did write about some aspects of cases before they went to trial which could have an affect on appeals, however the repercussions is that we lose good bloggers who don't want to lose their jobs, especially in the current climate. Which is amazing as I was offered a job the other week. Part-time if I could get the child care which I can't as the local police have brought down an internet child porn ring which has left parents scrabbling for decent nursery places, whist those who used Little Teds are left wondering why and how to support each other.

In the midst of these sombre thoughts, Girlpants finally has some time to stay at home and the pigging heavens open. So much for my Indian summer. And I was really looking forward to getting my pegs out.

Pondering these thoughts, I leave you dear readers with these two classics that are bound to bring a smile of joy.



After all - something has to help with the sudden downpour that's now hit July, and if we keep singing it, the sun may return...