Summer baby

Since the minute my baby was born she "brought the good weather with her.."

Meaning on occasion it has been hotter than hell since she was born. Usually I would sunbathe relentlessly and fry my skin to within an inch of its life, while filling the paddling pool I imported from America to the brim, ensuring optimum paddle.

But with a baby you just can't do that. You can't do much really apart from feed and change. The tide is turning though. She is growing quickly and there are lots of smiles, lots of red "push that poo" faces and lots of tears....plus she looks great in a dress. Something I have not mastered since giving birth.

But the damn cot. Cot assembly has the potential to cause divorce. World war. Fisty cuffs of the greatest degree....

Funny how the most successful people in the world struggle to manage the simple things.

Blair and Bush - you try putting together a cot. You won't be mates for much longer ...