Every return from holiday equates to a cold, perhaps even flu in equal measure.
This year we have decided not to move to the land of cactus and tumbleweed. It would seem we are happier watching our money go down the Brown skid pan. But when that pan contains a significant amount of family and friends I think I can say it was a 'safe bet'. For now anyway...
In the meantime Lucy has a cold like no other (apart from the last one) and reminds us of how she can keep us awake for nights on end despite her hierarchy in the house being on the bottom rung.
Next to the dog and the cat and the goldfish Lucy is the top dawg - very closely followed by the houseowners...
I love being a parent to a toddler. You can feel clever, almost genius like without ever having to explain why or in the worst case senario - why not.
Parenthood...bring it on. I would smash Jeremy Kyle and his Chavchat.
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