This Life

It was back to nursery and work for the kids and i this week. back to reality, oops there goes gravity. as documented poor grier has been mostly poorly. as i write this at 9.42pm she sits next to me on the couch covering her pyjamas in stickers from my pencil case which say 'wonderful work!' which just about sums it up.

I'm weading

is this thing on?

park life

may all your sandcastles be heart shaped

my daddy is this big........

who's been sleeping in my bed?


school's not out for summer (for 9 weeks yet) not that I'm counting down, that would be churlish

if i could take it away I would. she's a bit better now.