It's not you know.

A blatant lie, right there at the top of the stairs. No idea where it has come from, but there it is - a small circular piece of card, bearing the inscription 'hole'. But clearly, by definition, the fact that it is possible to write the word hole on it means it is not actually a hole. Such things tax my tiny brain you know.

Son Two been on cute-but-hyper major PITA mode today. Rounded off the day by pulling the Ford badge off the front of TPD's car. Maybe he's a closet Beastie Boy [/showing my age] Oh and despite managing to successfully negotiate the slide completely solo at the park several times he also managed to trip over absolutely nothing on the grass and give himself a bloody fat lip. There was actual blood btw, it's not just gratuitous swearing ;-)

And it's 3 days to go now until I wander the streets of London clad in my underwear (though still I am sure more dressed than some folk out partying!) for the MoonWalk. Gulp. I shall put the link to my fundraising page here just in case any of you would be so kind (and if da management don't mind?). Fab cause. London MoonWalk 2011