Voting

Our Polling Station. To get to the actual voting, you have to run the gauntlet of a group of Mrs Doyles insisting you'll have some cake and tea and squash for the little one and will you take some home for afters? It's fantastic.

In other news, it would appear the success of his Treehouse is addling my husband's head. If you have a womiting child, you do not:

1. run around the house holding the child aloft, screaming "he's being sick, he's being sick" so that the entire house is covered in vomit.
2. Strip the child and everything else you sprayed with vomit and put it all in the washing machine with any other dirty washing you can find "to be helpful" without any sort of anti-chunking manoeuvre because this means EVERYTHING gets covered in BITS.
3. Disappear off into the distance to said Treehouse and shout "but I'm busy" everytime said child vomits again.